Chapter 4
You might think I would sleep better in a house where the occupants don’t want to give me salmonella with a dirty knife. Yes, I realize I need to let the salmonella thing go. I’m working on it. Don’t judge. And you might think I’d be more comfortable sleeping in a bedroom that actually had a door. For whatever reason, perhaps it’s just a new place, or maybe it’s because so much has changed in such a short amount of time, I spent most of the night tossing and turning … and peeing. I got up no less than seven times to go to the bathroom, I kid you not. I mean, who pees that much? Me, apparently. Why? I have no idea.
I’m currently sitting on the front porch, wrapped in the comforter from the bed. The smell of coffee wafts up from the cup I hold in my hand, and I smile down at the
