Different Paths
Different Paths
“So when the house was my own again, I got a clean garbage bag, taped it to within an inch of its life, and stepped into the shower. There were a couple of close calls, and I’m not sure I got all the shampoo rinsed out of my hair, but I felt a hundred percent better. Or at least eighty.
I pulled on an extra large T-shirt and climbed into bed, exhausted from the effort of becoming clean. Once I’d gotten back my breath and stopped sweating from all the exertion, I picked up the phone and diale...d Nick’s number.
Busy. Crap.
Carla hadn’t called, and I wondered if she’d gotten my note on the door. I dialed her number, but got only her machine. I left a short message for her to call, and hung up.
I lay down, and tried Nick again five minutes later. Still busy.
This time when I lay down, I fell asleep until something jerked me awake. I lay still, heart pounding.MoreLess
I pulled on an extra large T-shirt and climbed into bed, exhausted from the effort of becoming clean. Once I’d gotten back my breath and stopped sweating from all the exertion, I picked up the phone and diale...d Nick’s number.
Busy. Crap.
Carla hadn’t called, and I wondered if she’d gotten my note on the door. I dialed her number, but got only her machine. I left a short message for her to call, and hung up.
I lay down, and tried Nick again five minutes later. Still busy.
This time when I lay down, I fell asleep until something jerked me awake. I lay still, heart pounding.MoreLess
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