If it wasn't the flu, it was the worst cold I've ever experienced! It's been 8 days, and while I am finally able to get up and around, I'm still short of breath -- can't finish sentences! -- and coughing and producing volumes of snot.
Yuck.
I had to miss the Plymouth weekend, and the worst part of that was slipping back to the horrors of the ghosts of England since Jack was away. I thought it might help if I went back to the book, "After the Affair." It didn't. I may have to go deeper into it.
Have I let him off the hook? Have I made it too easy?
And how could he have lied so easily, and how could I not know it?
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