Sarah Part Two
The next morning was Saturday. I went down stairs wondering what I was going to say to Sarah. The door to her room was shut and I assumed that she was still sleeping. I made myself some coffee, brought out my school books, grabbed a chair at the kitchen table, and started to read. Not much later Sarah came through the kitchen door having been outside jogging. She asked me what I was up to, and then, not waiting for a response from me, disappeared into her room. She emerged a short time...