The smell of something cooking wakes me. Thereís a fire in the fireplace
& Jennifer has some cans of food warming by the fire. It feels
good not to be in charge & to be taken care of for a moment.
When she gives me my food I say, ďThank you. Iím sorry.Ē She
looks at me for a little while & doesnít say anything. Maybe
she understands why I went for my brother or maybe she doesnít really care;
Iím still too tired to really be able to discern. The foodís warm
& it feels good. When I close my eyes with it in my mouth I can
pretend itís a couple years ago & Iím home after a hard day at work.
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