The smell of something cooking wakes me. There’s 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, “Thank you. I’m sorry.” She
looks at me for a little while & doesn’t say anything. Maybe
she understands why I went for my brother or maybe she doesn’t really care;
I’m still too tired to really be able to discern. The food’s warm
& it feels good. When I close my eyes with it in my mouth I can
pretend it’s a couple years ago & I’m home after a hard day at work.
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