A tentative peace settled over the household. Jane kept her grades above failing and stayed quiet while Constance worked at her computer. Constance stopped nagging and nit picking Jane on the way she did things.
Jane kept herself entertained in a less destructive manner..
But there was no one there to comfort her when her imagination took control.
Monsters seem very real to a lonely child late at night
Constance was deal with her own emotional upheaval. Meadow was not doing well. Age was dragging her down and Don was not as supportive as he once was.
"I'll come right over sweetie."
"I know Don asked you to write a book about him. Do you think, if you wrote it the right way, it might help save things between him and me?"
"Tell me what you want it to say!"
Constance set up shop and took notes as Meadow dictated about the life she wished she'd had with the father of her son, Titus.
