“No…no…NO…damn it!”
Chas threw his pillow onto the floor in frustration. He normally wouldn’t make such a scene, but Don was still back at the bar and there was no one around to hear him cry out. He had searched the entire room and couldn’t find his journal. He knew Mme. Celine understood its importance, and Esmeralda even more so, but anyone else who found it…
Chas curled his fist and threw a punch at an invisible opponent, followed by a flurry of punches. Boxing was one of the few things that truly calmed him down, that and writing. Both had been recommended to him by the guidance counselor during his freshman year of high school after he had been thrown in detention for fighting with an older student. Since then, he had been able to keep himself under control, but only because he tho
