I look away from the window to find him standing by the door, his hand on the knob. "Boo is almost out of dog food." "I'll pick some up. We'll be back in a couple of hours." The days are getting long and tedious with only my Kindle to keep me company. Not that I mind reading, not at all, but I'd rather be doing it by choice than because there isn't anything else to do. I'm bored out of my mind, and although Mal keeps me occupied at least a few times a day, I can only do so much cleaning and I hate having to ask someone to come with me whenever I want to walk my dog. Idle hands are the devil's workshop, as my mother would say. Her phone call this weekend has occupied me to where I'm starting to think Mal may have made a good point. I'll never get her voice out of my head unless I face up to her. Show her that her words don't affect me the way they used to. She hasn't called back again, and I wonder if she even will. I might go another few years without getting another call, because I won't be the one calling her.
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