Chapter 37
JonahI made it my mission to get Shannon out of her almost month-long funk. I poured through recipes online but, in the end, decided to keep things simple with my old standby: spaghetti.
I also wanted to broach the subject of Jeff and her arrival in Dallas at the beginning of the year, but first, dinner. Lately, managing her moods required near constant effort on my part—especially tonight.
All through dinner, her mind wandered off, leaving me to repeat myself. She would blush and apologize. Finally, I had enough. In the middle of a story about a difficult work meeting, I noticed her eyes fixed on a spot a foot above my head. She nodded as if paying attention, but I could see no one was home.
“I’m thinking about building a time machine and going back to kill Hitler.”
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