Chapter 8January 1st, Midday
Bobby scanned the room. There was a woven cover on a queen-sized bed. The bedspread’s weave depicted scenes of Chinese temples and gardens; it was sturdy but at the same time delicate, stunning. Bobby knew Keith had good taste from when they planned the wedding together. Some of his mother’s beloved antiques would fit right into the traditional décor. I have to bury my parents before I think about starting up with Keith again. Before I can begin a new life, I have to mourn the old one.
Keith left the room. Bobby got into a fresh pair of boxers and a T-shirt and climbed into bed putting blue bunny on the nightstand where he could see it. He hoped blue bunny was the talisman Kitty believed it to be; he needed to get better. Bobby wished Keith was here with him,
