Den was studying his chewed nails. ‘I’m so worried - not sleeping.’
Yes, she knew how that felt. 'Sometimes a problem shared…’ Oh the irony. Just listen to yourself.
‘Since her mother died, not easy with a teen.’ He dabbed his nose. ‘And Christmas coming up.’
'I'm sorry.' Just empty words #writeCBC

Kate held it to her cheek: the tiny bar of soap flecked with Provencal herbs. She could remember without pain at last.The velvet warmth as limestone peaks turned gold and cicadas sang. Sinking into the soothing water, breathing in lavender and verbena, she smiled. Lili, what joy. My precious secret.

And yet he was voted in….how on earth? What is wrong with ALL those people??