“Then she goes into the system. Foster care. I’m not becoming a mom again. I don’t have time.”
Hank bit his tongue to keep from asking when she ever was a “mom.” E.J. appeared at the door again.
“Either you get back to work,” she said softly, “or just stay out there. But don’t bother coming back in.”
Hank shut his eyes, feeling as though his world had turned upside down. He wanted badly to light yet another cigarette but knew to do so would jeopardize more than his health—would jeopardize his very future. “Listen, once the lunch shift is over, I’ll call you.”
Lula started to say something, but Hank hung up on her and hurried back inside.
“Lunch! Coming right up.” He pushed E.J., who was chopping up heads of lettuce, out of the way. “You go on about your business. I’ve got things under control here.” He forced himself to smile and thought: if only, if only…Chapter 3
Comfortably Curried Carrots and Lentils
2 cups green lentils
2 carrots, peeled and diced