The next arrives and again, I have more than hope. I have a promise, a promise from a friend.
I am maybe counting chickens before they hatch, but I couldn’t help myself. I stand infront of the mirror, practicing, what I would say when I meet Hiram, again and its nerve-racking.
“Hiram, I know you told me not to do this, but I love you and I..”
“No…No No NO.”
“Okay, here we go. Hiram, I love you and I know you told me not to do this, because you were worried about me, but it’s my decision to make.”
But before I could keep saying the same words in different ways, over and over again. I hear a knock, I open the door and see Rick.
“Yo Sarah, how ya likin the nuw house?”
I smile, “It’s really beautiful and I feel a lot more comfortable. I am sorry, I couldn’t thank you very well yesterday
