A Boy and His dungeon XVI
I woke up before the girls, feeling rested and refreshed. While the loss of my parents was still in the forefront of my thoughts, I was no longer overwhelmed by the fact. Last night had somehow healed me a little. I idly stroked the girls feeling content and comfortable. I tried to think about what we would do today, but couldn’t think beyond returning Mrs. Stewart’s car and my appointment with Mr. Farnsworth. The girls woke and we shared a three way hug before getting on with our morning. Jill commented over breakfast that we needed to do grocery shopping, the refrigerator looking almost empty. I asked her to make a list that we would go over before shopping. Jennifer assured me that she could drive her mother’s car. I found one of Father’s older …