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Sara
I know it’s silly to feel nervous about the dinner after everything we’ve been through, but I can’t help it. For one thing, the only clothes I’ve found in the closet are shorts and T-shirts, and while Peter has assured me that we don’t need to dress up, I’d definitely feel better if I had something like a pretty sundress to put on. Also, after my afternoon nap, my morning sickness has decided to wake up.
It’s apparently as jet-lagged as I am.
I’ve already thrown up once, but I still feel queasy as Peter leads me to the main house. Remembering his insistence on getting me a shrink doesn’t help. Did he already talk about it to our host? I hope not, but knowing my husband, he most likely did.
Procrastination is not a concept he’s familiar with.
Either way, my stomach churns as P
