Tit for Tat
Tit for Tat by Vickie Tern I couldn't believe it! I just sat there stunned. Dead silent, my mind blank as if stoned! Jessica looked at me and saw she'd said enough and sat back, her face mostly impassive but faintly registering sympathy and concern. Would I lose it, explode and smash something? Implode and melt into blubber right there in her overstuffed living room chair? "You must feel just awful about it," she said quietly. "I...