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Reason To Sing

right away. I don’t explain much except that I need to come and
I need to come NOW. After hanging up I call the train station
and check today’s schedule. I can catch the next one to Ottawa
if I pack quickly. I book a taxi. Then I grab a small suitcase
from the closet, throw in what I’ll need and zip up the case. My
adrenaline is pumping madly; I can feel it surging through my
veins like gasoline, fueling my every move. My shoulders are up
to my ears. I know I am stressed to the max, in serious fight or
flight mode. But I also know that today, at this moment, flight
is my only answer. I take a deep breath. And I keep on praying.
Gord is stirring in the downstairs bathroom. He is trying
to be quiet, obviously fearful of what he will see when I finally
emerge.
God, how I hate him.
God, how I love him.
God, how I don’t want to love him.
He has been cruel and deceitful and conniving. He has
destroyed our marriage and our family. Did he not think about
Keldon for even a minute? Did he not think about what this
would do to me, the woman he vowed before God to be faithful
to?
I feel helpless. I am so angry and so hurt. How could I have
been so stupid all this time? Why didn’t I trust myself? Why
didn’t I trust my gut?
I slump back onto the bed and stare at my feet. The truth is
I’m not stupid. I did know there was something going on. I did
know! I just chose to not know. To ignore. To hope. But how
could that woman do what she did to me? How could you do
it, Lenora? Are you some kind of psycho? I mean, who does
that to a friend?
I guess she never really was a friend. And what about
Bobby? He must have had his suspicions about his wife. He

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