D glanced at Francine, who was standing next to her and who looked about as bored with the software subject as herself. “So where doyouwork?” Francine asked when she realized D was looking at her. “Oh, I work in Innsbruck,” D answered politely. ”For a company called Swan.” She had always found the
Erica and Francine had continued their conversation about the plans for the next day. And Pete was laughing out loud at something Tom must have said. The anger balled up in the pit of her stomach D realized that, as much as wanted to, she could hardly confront him right here and now. She couldn’t m
“Sure, fine. Your problem,” she retorted. “I guess I don’t understand the wisdom behind it, but well…” “I thought you might still change your mind,” Pete said with an air of resignation. Her jaws clenched, D swallowed. He threw his hands up. “Fine. Yeah, I know I’m an idiot!” She lowered her hea
“So, how’s the situation at home?” Jack asked. “How’s Joe doing?” They were sitting on a bench at a small table in the back of the pub. The band had just left the stage for a fifteen-minute break. Sarah shrugged undecidedly. She had no idea what to tell Jack. It wasn’t only the tricky subject, t
Joe was watching the 10 o’clock TV news in the living room and simultaneously surfing the internet on his laptop when, all of a sudden, his mouse stopped working. He wiggled it around a bit, hoping for a reviving effect, but in vain. The cursor remained frozen on the screen. Finally he turned the m
Then there had been the memorable Saturday at the end of July when he’d come downstairs for breakfast, feeling tired from being out until the early morning and agitated by a few things Hannah had said and done. He’d come downstairs and found D/Danielle sitting in their kitchen. She had been waiting
The first thing that had rocked the boat had been his finding out about his father’s affair – a discovery that had literally blown him away. It had totally screwed him up for several weeks. The initial shock had soon given way to profound misery and disorientation. He hadn’t had the slightest idea
"Morning, my love," Liz chirped, entering the kitchen. Joe looked up from the newspaper he'd laid out on the table and placed his coffee mug down. He maintained a stoic expression while observing her traverse the kitchen, her lengthy blonde locks still moist from her shower, her pink silk kimono ca