#Chapter 9 - Ask for Suggestions

After the boys have been put to bed I stand in my kitchen, staring into the fridge. Milk, cheese…I’m not hungry, or thirsty. I just…have no idea what to do. I sigh and shut the door slowly, careful not to make a sound. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and do the one thing I can think of that will give me some peace. Me: Are you up? I send the text. D: I wasn’t, until my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Thanks a lot, babe. What’s up? Me: Up for a drink? I can meet you at O’Leary’s. D: At this hour??? M: Please. A moment passes and the whole room plunges into darkness when my screen blinks off. Then: D: Sure, anything for you. See you in 10 mins. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Jennings,” I whisper as I slip out the door, pulling on my second boot. “I promise they will be no trouble – they won’t even wake up!” I ramble, backing down the path. Mrs. Jennings merely purses her lips and shuts the door. She doesn’t like me – d