Vision of the Spirit Ch 17
Tom woke up in a good mood. It wasn’t as good as an I-just-got-laid great mood, but it was the best he’d felt since Hannah disappeared. He’d dreamt about her again. Then, he got out of bed and ogled the naked pictures she’d sent the night before. Tom was so happy he decided to make breakfast. But the eggs were a month past their expiration date and the whole wheat bread was an unholy-green. Instead, he taped a note onto the office front door that read, ‘Will return at 2:00,’ and then drove...