APRIL SHOWERS HAVEN"T bothered. Eric left three weeks ago, and Ashley has avoided me. He told me he had typed his notes and I suggested that I could edit them, and maybe get a better picture of what he"d been through. I think he doesn"t want me to know.
APRIL SHOWERS HAVEN"TMom delivered a cryptic blow. She said my absence from my home and family should make me sympathetic to Fritz, and to Ashley. “He went after Fritz, you left him.” When the remark hit, I recoiled as if she"d punched me. Then she went shopping.
At this point, my frustration has risen to a peak level. It"s hard to keep busy with what I need to do when every minute reminds me what I can"t do.
I stick to Mom"s mantra—the house, TJ, the shop. The president ordered ten bikes, so I"ve been building them, and with the stormle
