Chapter Eleven
Margaret had never been so inspired to scrub her house from one end to the other. It wasn’t the fact that she wanted it to look nice so much that she felt nothing at all. She was hurt and feeling as if she was worthless, and she had to do something to keep from going out of her mind. She kept replaying Joe’s visit. Why had he told her about his wife? He had seemed so concerned about how she was feeling, about how she had messed up the surgery for Charlie, that little boy, whose future was now uncertain. Was Joe concerned that she was blaming herself? Instead of feeling better, which Joe had been solely responsible for, she now felt unlovable. She didn’t know which feeling was worse, her overwhelming guilt or this. She dropped the sponge in the now spotless sink when a knock
