Chapter Thirty Five Three Weeks Later
Grace I pace back and fourth waiting for Henry to get back. I’m not sure where he went. I hate being alone. Nobody’s coming until later. But being together as a group makes me uneasy. Finally his car pulls up so I go back to the kitchen and sit down. I made lunch when he left and I made too much for just myself. I glance down at the food that I made. Perhaps I thought cooking would take my mind off of everything else around me. And it did for awhile. Until I broke down and cried because I realized that I made too much. I sigh. How long does it take to get out of the car, walk up the steps and come through the door? I’m restless. I don’t have any clue what he’s even up too. Probably getting laid. That’s the Henry go to no matter the situation so it would be deemed appropriate now. I
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