It was a very cold, miserable winter afternoon and although drying out nicely, had been raining heavily earlier. Joanne sat in her sitting room with two little lamps burning brightly although it was only two ten in the afternoon. The lamps made it cosier and lessened the depression she felt from the dull, grey miserable weather. She was also missing Henry quite a bit and that surprised her. She had never felt low and lonely during the long weeks that Jim had been away and had never really missed him or yearned for his return. It also occurred to her that the many inexplicable little things that happened when he went away or the strange absences that never quite made sense now seemed to her to make perfect sense; these were times when he was with Janice, promising her God knows what and mak
