Chapter 13 – Try, Try...
Dana
7:00 AM Thursday Morning, February 12th
Bacon was burning somewhere. The smell of it assaulted my nose. I rose from the sofa where I’d apparently spent the night and tried to stretch. My bad leg felt like it was on fire.
Looking around, I spied the balloon I’d gone and bought for Mel the day before after I’d convinced our mothers I was fine and ditched them. A throw blanket was in a ball on her chair.
Limping into the kitchen, I found my seriously overworked wife with one of Faye’s famous aprons on over her uniform, standing at the stove, attempting to flip pancakes.
She spied me when Boo yapped at me and began circling my ankles. Stopping what she was doing, she walked over to me and guided me to a chair. “Baby, I need to apologize to you. I’m so sorry
