Chapter 15 "Could've Been"
"Well this is lovely, isn't it?" Leanne asked, cutting off another piece of steak, "A nice candlelit dinner, relaxing music, intimate small talk. This is the kind of stuff reserved for women much classier...
"Well this is lovely, isn't it?" Leanne asked, cutting off another piece of steak, "A nice candlelit dinner, relaxing music, intimate small talk. This is the kind of stuff reserved for women much classier...
"Where exactly do you want this box of crap?" Boris asked, carrying in a rather large box, standing in what would become Whittle's new living room. She turned and looked at him, hands on her hips, thinking....
Regina Whittle couldn't take the sound anymore. That constant knocking on the door, his voice coming in and telling her to just come out and talk to him, that this isn't fair to him, to keep cutting...
It wasn't really fair; Boris spent most of his time either at the hospital or the home, and he didn't particularly care to be at either one. Sitting here now, with Father Kricket, waiting for Lorraine...
*beep* *beep* *beep* The noise had become somewhat soothing, over time, like a white noise used to help one drift off comfortably to sleep. This made Boris uncomfortable. Did it mean he was alright with...
"You're serious?" Boris asked, his jaw slightly ajar as he stood in front of Whittle in the main room. She was smiling, as she got his meds together in the little paper cups. "Yep, it's all final, you've...