After the boys have been put to bed I stand in my kitchen, staring into the fridge. Milk, cheese…I’m not hungry, or thirsty. I just…have no idea what to do.
I sigh and shut the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and do the one thing I can think of that will give me some peace.
Me: Are you up? I send the text.
D: I wasn’t, until my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Thanks a lot, babe. What’s up?
Me: Up for a drink? I can meet you at O’Leary’s.
D: At this hour???
M: Please.
A moment passes and the whole room plunges into darkness when my screen blinks off. Then:
D: Sure, anything for you. See you in 10 mins.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Jennings,” I whisper as I slip out the door, pulling on my second boot. “
