Sunday breakfast doesn’t taste as good as it should. I keep wondering what to do next. Go to the jail and check on Lane? See if he’s been set free? But Jack will likely be there and do I want that. I then start to wonder if Lane knows who it is I take up with in town. This hasn’t occurred to me before. I never gave him a name, so figured it was all okay, but things have a way of getting out, men sometimes gossiping as bad as women.
By the time I finish eating, I’ve decided to take up a spot across from the jail. I find a bench outside a store and park myself there, wondering is Jack inside. Wondering if he’s talking to Lane about now. Waiting wears on me, so I ask a passing fellow the time and learn it’s after nine. I can’t stay put after hearing this, so I cross the street to lean agains
