Chapter Eleven: Idle Hands

“Day three. Clean fridge, check. Organize closet, check. Clean bathroom including tub, check.” Sitting on the closed toilet lid, Casse verbally checked off the things she had made up to do to kill the time until Aiden came home. She had tried watching daytime tv, but all the shows pretty much said she was a loser for needing him. She begged to differ. First, she didn’t need him, she wanted him. There was a big difference. Second, they didn’t know her life. They didn’t know her struggle and she was sick of feeling bad for living her life to her own standards. So, in the words of tv’s most human sharks, for those reasons, she was out. Casse had made a long list of things she had been putting off for months, while her life had put itself into order.