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Change of Plans
She made it onto the train just as the doors whooshed shut. Ben nearly made her late again, insisting that she stay and finish the fight. That was the last time he’d block the door so she couldn’t leave the apartment. There wasn’t anything there she wanted anyway, anything that was valuable she kept in the bag sitting next to her so that he wouldn’t pawn it while she was at work. She just wouldn’t go back. She had friends she could stay with.
Sometimes They Don't Come Home
The alarm clock rang, interrupting the sleep that had finally taken over only an hour before. Evelyn groaned and batted it with her hand. He hadn’t come home again last night, at least not before she fell asleep at 4:00 AM. He’d probably claim that his pool match had run late, and she’d pretend to believe him even though they both knew that the pool hall closed at midnight on Wednesdays. If she questioned him, he’d be angry and there was no telling how that would go.