Guilt

                Before I can push the handle of the door, it opens from the other side.

Danner stands in front of me, staring straight at me. My guilt comes up, I dare not look him in the eye. "Loraine? What is it?", he asks strangely. I walk in and throw my bag on the side table. "What should there be? I'm just very thirsty."

On my way to the refrigerator, I see that the dining table is occupied with a number of dishes. Danner knows I love Italian, so he placed a generous order. I fetch a bottle of water from the freezer, put it right up to my lips and empty it in one hit. Dordrich taste has been flushed, but my guilt is not.

"Hey Danner, that's a surprise. Of course, I'm hungry too."

I still can't look him in the eye.

 Silence.

I sigh and cover my face in my hands. "Loraine, what's wrong? Something's wrong with you." Ooohhh gosh! Danner knows me l