So I’ve let her putter around and play House, even when it makes me feel f*****g murderous.
I avoid her and try to stay busy. Yasha is still with Jorden. She’s out of the hospital now, but she needs around-the-clock care. “The doctor is still worried about her sleeping,” he said when we talked last night. “Someone needs to be there to watch over her and make sure she… sleeps.”
“Then I’m not sure you’re the right guy for the job.”
“What?” he snapped, already frothing at the mouth with jealousy. “Why not? Who else should it be?”
“Probably someone who doesn’t want to keep her up all night.”
It took him a couple seconds to get the joke. Even when he did, he didn’t laugh. I don’t blame him. Nothing seems particularly funny anymore.
So as long as the world is on f*****g fire, at least one
