A Different Sort of LifestyleChapter 21 Morning After
Relieved to see that her husband had arrived home safe and sound, Shirley stared at Daryl stunned by his haggard appearance. He was unshaved, his clothes were rumpled, and his eyes were bloodshot. She had never seen him look so bad in her entire life. She licked her lips nervously and asked, “Where were you?” “I slept in my car behind the waffle house,” Daryl answered. His voice was dull and listless. He was tired and didn’t feel like arguing. He’d spent an hour in his car thinking about his...