By the time I got home, I had worked my mind around to absolutely no clarity about the men in my life, even that phrase caused me angst, so as I took off Mayhem"s sweater and hung up my peacoat and Mart"s latest scarf for my ever-growing "Mart-made collection" I decided that clearly my problem was hunger.
I set out the ingredients for a good old chicken and rice casserole and was grateful Mart had caved on her "no processed foods" rule to let me keep one can of cream of mushroom in the pantry. I prepped the parts of the casserole, filled the 9 x 14 pan, and popped it in the oven. I already felt better. I started to pour myself a glass of wine but opted for vanilla chamomile tea instead and had just sat down in my reading chair when my phone rang. Daniel.
My stomach plummeted, and I regre
