She went over to fix a plate of food. The servings were a little large so she cut one of the cutlets in half. She noticed that Jack had no problem cle...ring his plate. She looked at the meal finding it hard to believe that they were providing such high quality meals while maintaining the budget.Glad to see that Claire was going to take some care of herself, Ella asked about the other member who put in more hours that appeared on that chart, “Where’s Abby?”“I don’t know,” Jack answered. He had. It was a distant noise back extremely loud. So loud she knew the town could hear it.She decided not to go into town, to instead go around.That was a good idea."Tragedy strikes at this small rural town late last night as a fire burned down the entire town. Officials say that late last night some folks were playing with gasoline that caused an explosion near the fire station killing them and setting the fire station on fire so fast that in minutes that building was in flames. Not a single person. Don’t read too much into it …”As Gemma’s words trailed off and I looked into her smiling face, I knew she was probably right. She chose just the right moment and the right tone to move things on. To allow me to put my self-pity back in the box.Gently turning both our gazes back to the TV, Gemma giggled. “But even if she never really thought of it before, you have to admit that girl is having one hell of a sausage-fest over there. And she sure seems to be enjoying herself.”I don’t know why, but. At that moment, I simply wanted to get the hell out of there before things went from bad to worse. I almost made it, too, but in the split second between speaking and turning away, I saw my true meaning register in his eyes. Goodbye. They grew rounder as they instantly filled with tears, but he didn’t speak. There really wasn’t anything left to say. All my fears, my warnings, about the evening’s potential for disaster materialized as if foretold by a gypsy’s crystal ball. Part of me wanted to.