" Was he kidding? Wash the dishes? In the state I was in? I stared after him, and started crying again, which, again, only made my jaw hurt more." Was he kidding? Wash the dishes? In the state I was in? I stared after him, and started crying again, which, again, only made my jaw hurt more. But I did as he said: put on my heels, tottered unsteadily into the kitchen, and stood there over the sink, sniffing, with mascara running down my cheeks and saliva leaking down my chin again. There wasn't any way to argue. I finished the dishes--there weren't many anyway--and wobbled back out to the living room. |