The Way Back to Happiness
“Something had jarred Alabama awake—had it been the phone? The doorbell? She got up and peeked out the window to see if there was a car there.
No car was visible in the driveway. She pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and went to the door in her bare feet. Standing amid Bev’s army of expertly carved jack-o’-lanterns was Stuart, his expression anxious. The anxiety didn’t let up when he saw her face.
“What happened to you today?” he asked. “You disappeared. I looked all over for you.”
“I skipped out.”
...His eyes widened. “The whole day?”
She leaned against the door frame. For once, she didn’t want to invite him in. Things were already tense between them, but if he came in, he might wheedle her into talking more than she wanted to. She could imagine what a field day he’d have over her mother’s letter—final proof that his crackpot theory wasn’t so nutty after all.
“Bev got mad about the dress.”
“Yeah, I heard that,” he said. “I couldn’t believe it. You looked great!”MoreLess
No car was visible in the driveway. She pulled on jeans and a T-shirt and went to the door in her bare feet. Standing amid Bev’s army of expertly carved jack-o’-lanterns was Stuart, his expression anxious. The anxiety didn’t let up when he saw her face.
“What happened to you today?” he asked. “You disappeared. I looked all over for you.”
“I skipped out.”
...His eyes widened. “The whole day?”
She leaned against the door frame. For once, she didn’t want to invite him in. Things were already tense between them, but if he came in, he might wheedle her into talking more than she wanted to. She could imagine what a field day he’d have over her mother’s letter—final proof that his crackpot theory wasn’t so nutty after all.
“Bev got mad about the dress.”
“Yeah, I heard that,” he said. “I couldn’t believe it. You looked great!”MoreLess
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