Winnie
The fundraiser is tonight, and I'm still in Columbus, Ohio.
Instead of dancing at some elegant party, I'm packing. I've ignored Rick's calls.
Suddenly, I feel this push-pull.
I want to go, but I don't.
I tape up a box of pictures.
Anger smolders within me like a fire under a thick blanket.
As I press my lips together, I tell myself not to look at the living room table.
I can't afford the pull to grow stronger.
Rick's giving me an opportunity to work at LaBelle.
However, I can't resist.
I glance at Andrew's picture in its perfect silver frame. He liked silver. That's why when his mother picked a white casket, I overruled her.
She didn't know Andrew like me.
He would've wanted a silver casket.
I look away
No, I don't want to admit it.
The smoldering fire within me t
