Videvik(kogu raamat Inglise keeles)
into a
quieter drizzle.
Thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning, and I could feel the claustrophobia
creeping
up on me. You could never see the sky here; it was like a cage.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me good luck at school. I thanked him,
knowing his
hope was wasted. Good luck tended to avoid me. Charlie left first, off to the police station that
was his
wife and family. After he left, I sat at the old square oak table in one of the three unmatching
chairs and
examined his small kitchen, with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white
linoleum floor.
Nothing was changed. My mother had painted the cabinets eighteen years ago in an attempt to
bring
some sunshine into the house. Over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchief-sized family
room
was a row of pictures. First a wedding picture of Charlie and my mom in Las Vegas, then one of
the
annaabi.ee 
