Quiet morning. It’s eerily quiet… where’d everybody go?
Got to writing a bit yesterday hope to finish more. Thinking what else to skip and what needs to be added in to flow finish the story.
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B(ernice): You think he’s a good person?
UH-HO.. *ALARM RINGS* ALERT ALERT….
gog: I think that question you will be able to answer. I think he’s not a bad person, just not a loving enough husband. I’m sure he’s a good father.
Went one big round, came back, didn’t answer her question.
B: Just he .. never supported me when I was sick. You hardly knew me but was willing to accompany me to see doctor, and even arrange a trip.
gog: It’s what friends do.
Being cheeky, Bernice actually replied me back.
B: Friends don’t do what we did last night.
gog: What did we do? I don’t remember.
I looked up, looked everywhere, acting innocent.
B: You regret ah…
Women are so sensitive.
gog: Do you?
Bernice took a bite of her sandwich instead of replying.
gog: I am glad you trust me. Shows a lot. I mean what we did last night … making that sweet love… I liked it. You are not that kind of girl, what happened was more of my inability to respect you and hold back.
Sometimes, I amaze at the shit I sell. I’m damn good at self victimization.