The reflection in the mirror was reassuring. I sat at the edge of the bed and tapped my left foot. I was calm and I anticipated the unavoidable encounter with my husband. I took in a deep breath and brushed away the nappy curl that caressed my right eyelid and noticed that there were no tears.
I heard the rumble of keys at the front door. I had a direct view from my room and I saw the knob turn. I jumped up. "You better be sure this is what you want, because I'm not coming back this time. I've...
Published on December 01, 2009 12:29