Once I was safely out of the house, I could do no more than to stand on the porch with my eyes closed. I had the clothes that I was wearing, and my handbag. That was all that I had with me, but funny enough, there was not an ounce of worry in my heart or in my head. This was the right thing to do.
The best thing to do.
I didn’t know whether or not I would be welcome, but the only place where I could go, was to Monica—she was my best friend. I doubted that she would have a problem with me just showing up unannounced, but she would expect an explanation—and that seemed like a heavy price to pay.
But I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. It was something that needed to be done, and I would have to comply with the requirements of her curiosity, no matter how much of my dignity it
