“Thank God he’s
gone. Now I can breathe again.” Wendy sighed and placed the last of the dessert
dishes into the dishwasher.
“Who? Mr.
Sebastian?” Janet said, coming noiselessly back into the kitchen, making her
mother jump.
“Janet! I wish
you wouldn’t do that,” Wendy snapped.
“Sorry,” Janet
replied, frowning.
“Thought you
went up to bed. Is everyone gone now?”
“Yes, Wes,
Cindy and Mr. Sebastian went home,” Janet said. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing…just
tired,” Wendy answered, avoiding meeting Janet’s eyes while drying her hands.
She hung the towel on the oven handle and forced a smile. “I’m going to bed.”
“Mom, we have
to talk…about Dad and...”
“Not now,
Janet. I can’t handle anything else tonight,” Wendy said, leaving the kitchen
after turning out the lights.
Janet followed
her upstairs. “What do you mean handle anything else? What happened?”
