Hugs,
Rick
Hugs? Hugs? Who did he think Ben was, someone he’d met online? What had happened to “love?” What had happened to seven years together?
There was a PS, but Ben didn’t have the heart to read it just then. More depressed than he’d been since he’d left his family in DeKalb, he muttered, “I need a drink.”
Although that might not be a good idea, since he was almost staggering with weariness by the time he reached the kitchen and opened the fridge. He stared into it stupidly for a moment. Where had the six-pack of Budweiser gone? He was positive he hadn’t drunk it. He’d been so tired when he’d come home from work this past week and a half that he’d barely been able to stay awake long enough to shower, eat dinner, and hit the sheets.