Julianne held her hand to her hip as she stirred the noodles
in the big pot on the stove. With the kids grown and out of
the house, it seemed quiet. Ethan had not yet made it home
and she looked, once again, at the clock on the stove. It
seemed that his days were growing later and later, minute
by minute.
She picked the pot up from off the heat of the burner and
carried it over to the sink, containing a strainer in the
middle of it, and strained the water from the noodles.
Setting the pot down, she placed her hands on the counter
in front of her and lowered her head, taking a deep breath. It
didn't helping. The knot she felt in her stomach was
growing now into her throat. She didn't want to cry. "Don't
cry," she told herself. She had spilled enough tears over the
past several years. She didn't want to cry. Still the tears
formed and slipped silently down her cheeks. She couldn't
stop them from spilling out.
YOU ARE READING
Light house
Ficción GeneralIt's a love story.. and there is also adult things.. so don't tell me i didn't warn u.. ^_^
