Page 39 of Sweet Days


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another breakdown.

“I just need some time, okay? I have to

understand what to do.”

I nod and open the car door.

“Well, let’s bring this stuff upstairs.”

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Erin

“Thanks, Patrick. Leave it there, I’ll take care of it

later.”

I set the last box down near the door and sit

down on the couch.

Rain practically assaulted me with questions as

soon as we got back, but I asked her to leave me

alone for a while and she respected my request,

telling me to call her if I wanted anything.

“If you tell me where they go, I can bring

them,” Patrick says to me.

“You’ve done enough.”

He huffs and cleans his hands on his jeans

before going to the kitchen and putting the kettle

on.

I turn abruptly. “What are you doing?”

“Making tea.”

“Patrick—”

“The other morning I was a mess and you made

me a cup of coffee and you let me work out my

bad mood because you knew that’s what I needed.

Now you’re the one who needs something. You

need a cup of tea, to help you to relax and to calm

you down. I’d like to return the favor.”