This excerpt from Acts of Surrender, my memoir-in-progress, is a present-day story.
The house was dark when I got home just after seven this evening. Adam's housemate, justifiably annoyed that we'd cancelled our dinner à trois at the last minute, wasn't home. Adam, who'd been teetering between icy and homicidal toward me all day, was locked away in his bedroom.
Normally, I would have been home from my writing day hours before. Tonight, I had delayed my return, hoping to steer clear of Adam. I ...
Published on September 24, 2010 22:44