Chapter 67

• After eating, I took the plates to the kitchen. The kitchen was quiet and dark except for the light above the stove.
• I rinsed the bowls slowly, stacked everything neatly the way Sheila liked it, and stood at the sink for a moment longer than necessary. The cold water ran over my hands and I let it, staring at nothing, giving myself a talking to that I could already tell was not going to work.
• Go back up. Check his temperature. Say goodnight. Go to your own room.