No wonder they were going to divorce, Emily thought wryly to herself. If they couldn’t even agree on interior design, what hope did they have agreeing on anything else!
Emily arrived home to discover that an electric truck was parked outside. She quickly put her experience in town behind her, pushing away the negative emotions she was feeling just as she’d learned to do as a child, and allowed herself to feel excited and hopeful about the prospect of having sorted out another major issue with the house.
Emily couldn’t cope with the feelings inside her. Being in the house had made her feel happy and content, but the rest of this town made her feel horrible. There were too many memories, too many people sticking
“Hardly!” the woman cried. “You’re as pretty as you ever were. We haven’t seen your family for years. How long has it been?”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty years? Well, well, well. Time really does fly when you’re having fun!”