“If you’re so interested, why don’t you call her
and ask her yourself?”
Without answering him I get up and leave the
bar area, going straight for the back where the door
is that heads up to the apartment. I don’t know
why I’m doing it; or then again maybe
unfortunately I know exactly why I’m doing it.
But even though I don’t want to get mixed up in all
this, I can’t help worrying about her. She’s alone
and afraid, she’s not well and I know why.
I knock on the apartment door but there’s no
answer. I can’t hear anything inside and I’m
starting to worry. Getting nervous, I push the door
open, finding that she hasn’t locked it. I walk into
the living room where I see her asleep on the
couch.
And I let out a sigh of relief and approach her
slowly. She’s resting and seems calm, so I decide
not to wake her and just take a moment to watch
her without being seen.
Not that I’ve never done this before. I’ve looked
at her a few times over the past months, but Erin
works for us and up until a few days ago she was
in a relationship, so getting involved with her is
not something I’d want to get into.
And yet, now I can’t help smiling at hearing her
light snoring, the color in her cheeks and the
lovely blessed expression she has on her face right
at this moment.
I turn suddenly to avoid these thoughts that are
