Nov. 2
Dear Alex,
Lydia came over today with a plastic bag full of fresh veggies and a baby on her hip. When I opened the door the first thing she said was, "oh my gosh, love." She came in, I took the baby from her, and she sat down on the lumpy sofa. "I told you Sean was bad news. Come here and let me see."
I knelt down in front of her and she brushed the bruise around my eye. "Did he do this to you?"
"I fell," I told her.
"Mmm. No use lying." She tilted my head up to examine the damage from a different angle. "When did this happen?"
"Couple nights ago, I guess." My voice hitched in my throat and I inconspicuously pulled my sleeve father down over my left wrist.
She sighed. "You need to leave him, honey."
"I can't. I just... can't."
"Promise me you won't let him hurt you anymore."
"I promise," I lied. How was I supposed to promise her that? If I was capable of that, I wouldn't have had to make the promise in the first place!
"Good. Now," she said, turning to the plastic bag, "I brought you some cucumbers and garlic and tomatoes, a few onions and green beans and a couple gourds for decoration."
"Thank you so much." I set the bag on the counter.
"Take care of yourself, now," she said, taking her baby back.
"You too," I responded as she slipped out the door and down the breaking stairs.
I miss having her around more often.
Love,
Carrie
ESTÀS LLEGINT
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