Chapter Nine
“I’M HUNGRY.” JORDIE Lansky draped himself over the arm of the couch, upside down, his pouty face staring at his mother. “Can we have pancakes?”
Cherish looked over at her four-year-old. She wore a pair of Glen’s old pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt with an old Mountain Dew logo faded across the front. She had skipped the bra, hairbrush, and toothpaste. It didn’t matter. Who did she have to get dressed up for? Glen made it known several days ago he wasn’t ready to come home yet; he wasn’t sure he could come home yet. She didn’t have a job to get dressed for either, so what was the point in even trying. She even kept Jordie out of preschool, so she didn’t have to see anyone. She had no interaction with anyone since Tuesday morning when the roofer arrived to patch the leak in
