Justine
Two weeks went by. Justine still couldn’t bear to spend the day alone in the house, so she drove her daughters to school, ate breakfast at Ray’s, ran a few errands, and read in the library until it was time to pick them up. When they got home Melanie and Angela watched the fuzzy picture on the television while Justine made dinner in the microwave or on the stove top: spaghetti, hamburgers, sloppy joes, Lucy’s frozen dinners. She’d figured out the house was heated with propane, and that the tank was only one-third full, so she turned the radiators down when they left for the day. With no wind the kitchen heated up quickly, but the living room stayed cold for hours. The girls watched TV with their coats on.
Though she saw Matthew Miller from a distance a few times, Justine still ha
