What clouded thoughts were her’s as she asked yet again about him, “ C’mon, ya gotta level with me, is he seeing her? Don’t ya think he is, like always, I mean, like, before? What’s she want, another bottle? Just him, and not me then? “ Sitting in the corner, Johnathan then shot me a look. That look. His look.
What was she thinking he’d do with the ax anyway? Man handle it? I remember a simpler time, in a much less toxic environment, with the two to bed and me, and Candy asking, “pass the chocolates,” in her, “ hey pass the box, will ya?” kinda way, and naturally, I did.
Now, well now, I’ve only the cleaning up to do and then I suppose follow Ted to bed as I have for the past ten years while forgetting her, the other one.
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