Her voice mails went unanswered. The bum knew her schedule. He returned her calls to the house knowing she spent her mornings at jobsites. Before she made the biggest mistake of her life by sleeping with Johnny, they'd met for lunch a couple of times a week. She'd think he could speak to her. Distance didn't need to equate to no contact.She'd called him, several times during the day. She wondered what excuse he had given his parents when she didn't join them for dinner on Sunday.The oppressive thought of being alone again tonight hit her hard as she drove home from work. Her laptop sat on the passenger seat. With her evenings free, she hoped to get kitchen drawings done and into the computer system. Then what would she do with the rest of the hours until she could sleep? She lived like a depression commercial. Do you feel tired all the time? Have you lost your appetite? Do you shun activities you once enjoyed? Yes. Yes. Yes! Maybe Dr. Hart could prescribe something for her.She took a deep sigh.
