12
INDI
Ford had been gone for three days. In that time, I’d cleaned my house from top to bottom. Roger Mellman had done me a weird favor, pointing out stuff I didn’t need or forgot I even had. I hadn’t lived in the house long, and I still filled a few boxes for the Lutheran church’s donation bin. Taft had stopped by mid-clean out and helped me. By helped, I meant he carried, and I watched. I’d had dinner with my parents one night, played cards with Taft and Mrs. L another, and kept myself busy.
I never realized how alone I’d been until Ford and I got together. I’d been going about my life just fine hating the guy and then… wham. He kissed me, and everything changed. He’d said forever, and he didn’t lie, but that length of time was a big commitment. I wasn’t holding him to it although I
