20Jed couldn't get over what had happened. His dad had never reacted like that, over anything. Always such a mild-mannered man, the stress had transformed into some sort of demon.
Over the next few days, they exchanged no words, only grunts. Jed went to school, did what he had to do, returned home, ate his tea, went to his room and that was it. The same cycle every day. By Friday, he was so sick of the situation, he made up his mind to confront his dad that same evening.
On his way home, he rehearsed his speech, but something else was playing around in his head. Janet.
Through his scrambled-up feelings over Dad, she was always there, her face filling every moment. He conjured up imagined meetings, holding her hand, stroking her hair, listening to her voice as she told him how much she l
