Chapter 4
Pennsylvania
I began pounding on the door to the pass-through the moment I heard Georgia come through the kitchen door hours later. “Georgia! Georgia! Have you forgotten I exist?” Of course, I did not speak it. How surprised she would be at my voice, raised or otherwise. I’m sure though, through my hammering, she understood the urgency and strife.
“Keep it down,” she scolded, upon her eventual arrival. “What on earth has gotten into you?”
I’ll tell you what has not, breakfast, nor dinner last night or even lunch. The words stopped just before reaching my voice box.
As Georgia slid up the outside door, I reformed my thoughts into similar words written out.
“I brought you a tray at noon yesterday,” she claimed.
“You…did not.”
“I prepared it before going into town. Enough fo
