Winnie

Slowly I open the bedroom door and look toward the living room.

Rick is pacing.

Chandler's sitting with his face in his palms.

Instead of joining them, I enter the kitchen, looking for frozen food.

I think it's better for a punch in the eye than ice, right?

Why does Chandler have bags of peas?

Yuck.

I think one bag will be perfect for keeping down the swelling in his eye.

With each step I take, my confidence leaves me. I ...