Alyson's POV
With a twisted smile, he said, "yes, you look awful." And then he buttered his bread.
"Hey," I sputtered through a full mouth, throwing what bread remained in my hand at him. But I knew it was true.
I didn't know if it was because of exhaustion or sadness causing my mind to flip over, but it seemed so funny all of the sudden and we both laughed.
Donna was sitting down then, "Now, let's get along, children." While her tone was sharp, it was all for the joke of the moment. She was pleased to hear less hostility from Michael even if he was mocking my pain, it was more playful.
I spent the day helping Donna. Michael was outside doing his chores about town, but he planned to return for dinner.
I pined for R
