Chapter Six
It seems hotter than it should be this time of the year, but home is cool, the air still. After my terrible day, I might be able to think here. But first, I’ll cry.
I’ll cry to get rid of the tension, cry to banish my raw emotions, cry for the memory of what I lost, cry for the broken hope.
Jeezus! How am I doing to stand it day after day with Benjamin Hunter!
With my tears finally over, I go to the kitchen and grab some pretzels, a hunk of cheese and a can of Coke from the fridge. Plopping down on my living room sofa, I ponder the meaning of life and impossible things like Benjamin Hunter returning to what I thought was my sacred domain.
He came back. That’s almost impossible to believe. I should be angrier than I am, but there’s an odd calm about me now that the tear
