I drop the bag of clothes on the floor by the couch and go to the bedroom to change. Nothing feels quite right on me right now and I forgot to stop at...the store to get different detergent. I could go out again but I really don't want to face people right now. It's getting late, anyway. The clock on the microwave tells me I've killed three hours driving in traffic and shopping. I'm exhausted. Mentally and physically. My stomach rolls slightly at the thought of instant food but all I want to do. It was many minutes before I dared to move, picking up some clothes as I did. Nothing fancy, you understand, just the jeans and T-shirt that I'd worn before... before I changed. The satisfaction I felt when they did not fit me...I remember it well.Dry and dressed, I moved downstairs carefully, still assuming my currentphysicality was as transitory and fragile as my own sanity. It was in my kitchen that I first met Harry Slazenger."Well, Hello there, Miss!" he said, his smile as bright as the. As he left I felt a little giggle come over me thinking should I be naughty? I brushed the thought out of my mind as the phone rang and kicked me into work mode and the afternoon flew over. I hadn't realised the time when Brian passed at 5.30 saying good night. I called him back saying you wanted to say something at lunch time, what was it? He hesitated and said well I was in to minds whether to compliment you but thought otherwise after last week. I said go on what was it, he looked at me for. He felt being bashed up. Both physically and psychologically.Charles hated Sundays and Thursdays more than the other five days as those were the only two days he had to spend far more time with Ivy. Lucky for him, none of his friends or his mom's friends ever saw him with those girls. If he had not sworn on his father's parents' graves, he would not have allowed himself to be subjected to this sort of treatment.Compared to what Ivy put him through, working at his mom's shop was far better..