Chapter １２９

She shut the door on me. To my surprise, she returned with another five-dollar cash in her hand as soon as I opened the door. She said, “Here.” Then,go home.

I said, “I'm back,” and she nodded in agreement.

It's no longer your house since you're married now.

My eyes were burning from the irritation. There was no bluff in my claim that “what matters to me is still here.” .This is what I've got. This is my work of art. What was I thinking when I left it where it was? I'm not sure why I didn't come back. What had happened to me as an artist? Had I truly lost myself in Luke and the ridiculous wedding preparations, trying to please both my husband and my mother?

I've ceased to exist?