Chapter Four In which I avoid the truth…. I WOKE up early on Sunday morning with a plan. The sun was shining weakly through the thick white clouds that covered the sky. It wasn’t a brilliant, bright summer’s day, but it didn’t matter—as long as it wasn’t raining, it would be okay. Corinne was working at the supermarket, so she wouldn’t notice if I was gone all day, though I wasn’t quite sure why I didn’t want her to know. It just felt secret. There was some salad and some bread in the fridge—I had no idea why Corinne put the bread in the fridge, but she did—so I could make some haphazard sandwiches for a picnic. I would have to borrow some more of Corinne’s money, of course, for the train fare. I did feel guilty about that. But I had every intention of paying her back one day. At half eight I decided it wasn’t too early and called Thomas as I sat on the sofa in my pants, my right leg jigging up and down as if it had a mind of its own.
