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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