Author's Note - Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I would have updated
yesterday but my friends and I went to the beach. Yes, I am aware that
it's January and I live in England but that's not the point. Actually,
come to think of it . . . there wasn't really a point at all. Oh well. It
was fun. Anyway, moving right along . . .
"It's all better?" Annie asked, shoving a cracker in her mouth.
"Yes, it's all OK," Carter said. In truth it was not OK. Carter and I were together but at the same time . . . not together. We spent every free moment with each other but Carter wouldn't touch me. Like I was contaminated or something. But how do you explain that to a three-year- old? You don't.
Carter took Annie's crackers away from her. "You're not gonna eat your dinner if you have anymore crackers."
Annie frowned momentarily but smiled again as her pasta arrived.
Carter had decided that the three of us should spend some time together so that Annie could get used to the idea that Carter and I were friends. That was the word he used to explain it to me. 'Friends.'
Binker sat on the table as we ate. Annie carried that dog everywhere. Carter had tried to leave it at home but she refused.
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"Annie, hold my hand." We were crossing an empty street but Carter didn't want to take chances. Rain was pouring down and tiny (but fairly deep) rivers careened by the curbs leading to storm drains. I pulled the hood of my coat over my head.
"Binker!" Annie screamed. In the darkness I could see a small shape being carried down the street by the current. Annie broke away from Carter and ran after Binker.
"Annie, stop!" Carter yelled. I watched, frozen in horror, as first Binker, and then Annie were washed into the drain.
Author's Note - I know it's short but I originally wrote this chapter and the next as one chapter but I decided to split it up and create a cliffhanger. More tomorrow. Enjoy and review!
"It's all better?" Annie asked, shoving a cracker in her mouth.
"Yes, it's all OK," Carter said. In truth it was not OK. Carter and I were together but at the same time . . . not together. We spent every free moment with each other but Carter wouldn't touch me. Like I was contaminated or something. But how do you explain that to a three-year- old? You don't.
Carter took Annie's crackers away from her. "You're not gonna eat your dinner if you have anymore crackers."
Annie frowned momentarily but smiled again as her pasta arrived.
Carter had decided that the three of us should spend some time together so that Annie could get used to the idea that Carter and I were friends. That was the word he used to explain it to me. 'Friends.'
Binker sat on the table as we ate. Annie carried that dog everywhere. Carter had tried to leave it at home but she refused.
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"Annie, hold my hand." We were crossing an empty street but Carter didn't want to take chances. Rain was pouring down and tiny (but fairly deep) rivers careened by the curbs leading to storm drains. I pulled the hood of my coat over my head.
"Binker!" Annie screamed. In the darkness I could see a small shape being carried down the street by the current. Annie broke away from Carter and ran after Binker.
"Annie, stop!" Carter yelled. I watched, frozen in horror, as first Binker, and then Annie were washed into the drain.
Author's Note - I know it's short but I originally wrote this chapter and the next as one chapter but I decided to split it up and create a cliffhanger. More tomorrow. Enjoy and review!
