12
Dany
Karl drives down Rose Street, ferrying me to my new home. My bags are in the trunk. I fold my hands in front of me and try to calm my nerves. What will it be like living in the same house as Mr. Jones? Jack? My hands shake and I clasp them tighter.
I was fenced in and agreed because…so many reasons.
My mom’s hints are becoming blatant requests. Shawn clearly needs more time. Plus, there are no other rentals. I looked. So…I’m moving in.
Maybe on further acquaintance the magnetism I feel toward Jack will fade.
I wonder, what will it be like when he sees me come home from chemo? It’s not pretty, and I have a feeling it’s going to get worse. Ugly, even.
Karl turns the car. The station is tuned to classical baroque. I hate baroque. It’s so ornate and stuffy and restrictedly meter
