I watch Chris leave for school and go about my usual routine. I kept glancing at the clock on the wall. Why? Why was I checking the time? Is he coming today? He said he is though. I hope he does. God why am I thinking this? All I'm doing is helping him feel better. There's nothing more to it.
I finished my daily routine of chores and sat patiently in the living room. I began reading a book. Ever so often looking at the clock. Reading didn't help me relax, like it normally does. I sigh as I looked at the clock again, it was now two and he still hasn't arrived. Is he teasing me? Maybe he's running late? Why do I care if he shows up?
Suddenly I heard the gate open and my heart began to pound in my chest. It's him! He came today! Wait? Why was I so excited to see him? I walk to the front when I heard him knocking. I calmed my breathing before placing my hand on the doorknob.
"It's just to make him feel better," I told myself.
I heard him knock again and I opened up the door.
"Hi,' said Kevin.
"Hi," I said back.
"Come inside," I said moving over to allow him entry.
He steps into the house as I close the door. Then we both head towards the living room. We sat next to each other on the couch.
"Sorry if I'm late Mrs. Anderson," said Kevin.
"It's okay," I said cheerfully, "I had alot to do to begin with as well."
That was a lie though. I already finished everything in two hours. Then I spent the next few hours (until he got here) reading a book.
"So," I said, "was there anymore trouble today?"
He looked down at the floor.
"Yes," he said.
"I see," I said.
"Can I touch your chest again today Mrs Anderson?" he asked.
"Well that was quick," I thought, "already here two minutes and he wants to touch me again?"
"Sure," I said, "I mean if it helps make you feel better. Go ahead."
