She drove slowly, rehearsing what she might say. Nothing seemed to cover it. Finally she pulled into the driveway. It was dark outside but she noticed...there did not appear to be lights in the house. Figuring Tom wasn’t home yet she let herself in. She looked around and no Tom. Walking into the kitchen she noticed a note on the kitchen bench. It was from Tom. It read “sorry Leesa but I think we should take a time out and reassess our marriage. I will be away for a week to give us both time to. He nodded, eyes still closed. She patted his arm. "Good. Look, let's stop arguing. I promise I'll be more careful in the bathroom. That is, if you go get me another cold beer."Huh? Scott opened his eyes in time to see Peggy flop down into his recliner. At least, the woman looked sorta like Peggy. Except that his wife was a good thirty pounds lighter, and wouldn't be caught dead in the dirty T-shirt and jeans this person was wearing. Her hair was a tangled mess, and it was obvious she wasn't. What was she meant to do for however-many hours? She sat down beside Marco. Her vodka from earlier was still waiting. She frowned at it.He’d be touching her by now. His hands would be all over her. Nike frowned hard. She breathed in slowly, trying to calm the heat behind her eyes. Was this jealousy? She couldn’t bear it. She didn’t know what to do about it. She wanted to hate him and she almost did but there was something stopping her. Something about him that always made her fall all over. ‘What are you looking at?’ I asked. ‘What? Oh… Uh… Nothing.’ Her face turns bright red and she giggles as she turns away from me towards the front of the room. What was that about? I thought after a few moments. As I work throughout the period, I sometimes catch her watching me out of the corner of my eye. I learned her name was Alice Fieldings and she was ten years old. The staring was kind of bothering me so I decided to talk to her after class was over. After the bell rings, everyone jumps.