CHAPTER 35
FIRST I COULDN’T sleep, and then I overslept. When I dragged myself out of bed on Sunday morning, it was almost ten o’clock. I’d spent hours lying awake in the night, analysing Nick’s words, but nothing made sense, and I wasn’t sure it was all because of the vodka. He’d said there was a lot about him I didn’t understand, and that I wouldn’t like it if I did. But what could be so bad that it would change the way I felt?
He was a good man at heart; I knew that.
I absolutely knew it.
Before everything turned to poop yesterday, we’d promised to help Missy clean up the church hall in the afternoon, and even if I had to walk there, I refused to let her down. Especially since Clyde’s boss wouldn’t give him the day off work. Apparently, his fly-fishing was far more important than Cl
