Chapter 34 Home Alone

• “Good morning, Moll,” Queenie said, bringing in my breakfast. She found me still in bed, sleep-deprived and moody.
• “Thank you, Queenie.” I hardly made an effort to get up. The beautiful sun that came into the room was fruitless in appeasing me to get out of bed. Sleep still eluded me, regardless of how many times I closed my eyes in meditation.
• My mind was troubled with recollections of Paul’s actions. The good, the bad, and the ugly alike. Staying away from Paul came with a certain measure of peace, united with an incitement of concern when he was absent for too long.