Afraid to face me due to embarrassment, I guess, Jamie stands rooted to the spot. His back is still turned to me.
I had no idea how I could be helpful. I didn’t know whether to comfort him, be sorry for the little guy or just laugh. Why is he awkward anyway?! We’re married.
I drift across the room and past Sandy, my feet shuffling closer to him. I reach out to his shoulder but he recoils from my touch.
“Don’t look!”, I jolt in surprise, my face shriveled in fear.
He didn’t have to yell at me. I’m just trying to help out. He really doesn’t seem alright but I’m not going to push it. If he doesn’t want me to be of assistance, I’d simply not be.
I turn on my heels and with no other word, I exit the kitchen. As I depart, the soft rustling of footsteps lead me to believe that Sandy’s probab
