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There was a hand written note on the kitchen table from Becky. They had taken Ann to therapy and then to lunch, and would be back around 2:00. I walked to the bedroom and threw my suitcase on the bench at the foot of the bed. I took my briefcase and went into the den to sort out the papers I would be showing to Becky and Bill, and the folder I would show to Ann.
This journal was on the computer desk. Open to the last page, the page that revealed my guilty fantasy.
I staggered to the bathroom, and I think I threw up things I'd eaten in third grade.
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Drbeamer3333almost 11 years agoThanks for the offering. I feel like I missed something. The revelation of his fantasy is not clear, so I am uncertain of why he is afraid.
