Bab 43: Chapter 43

Barry leaned against the counter and breathed deeply, fighting back tears. He didn’t know what to do…where to go. He couldn’t think. He wanted to run out of the house…scream…rage. But he knew he had no right. They didn’t owe him anything. It had been a good time and everyone had gotten off. That’s all. Barry had romanticized things to be a lot more than they really were. It had just been a good time. “Just a good fucking time” he whispered.

He wouldn’t beg. How pathetic would that look, begging for them to reconsider? He slowly picked up the knife and resumed slicing the apples. He needed to get dinner finished. One step at a time. He’d finish the pies, then the rest of dinner. He’d then serve it. And after that…?

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How Barry got through dinner without screaming or bursting into tears he didn’t know. The Yorkshire-style apple pie was a big hit and everyone made him promise he’d make it again.