#Chapter 115: Personal Deliberations

A touch on my shoulder sent me nearly jumping out of my skin. I almost screamed aloud but bit down on my lips so hard that I tasted blood. “What?” I snapped at Theo. He shot me a sheepish look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “You had just drifted off. I’m not sure what you were thinking about. But I thought you wanted to be home in time for dinner.” “I did, um, I do. Yes.” I stumbled across words, trying to bring myself back from those horrible new thoughts. “What were you thinking about?” he asked. “Or is that too personal?” “It’s a little personal,” I said. “I start it off thinking about the kids and how nice the playfield must be to augment their childhood. And then I got lost in my own musings. I’m sorry.” “It’s Okay,” he said. “I don’t mind. I’m here one way or another. I just didn’t know if you wanted to be lost in that train of thought or if you wanted to interview anyone else. I know that Wendy said that she wanted you to get a variety of interviews.”