Wham!
I slam the knife in my hands onto the cutting board, hissing as the cut I just received burns from the tomato juice that just seeped in. No tomatoes for breakfast then.
The cold tap water sates the faint pain, but only amplifies the noise in my head. Why the fuck did I have to send away the house help this morning? Solitude? Who needs that at such a time as the one Lei and I are facing?
I should've let them handle their work. And then Leilani and I would've stayed in our room all day—in solitude. Only, how do I face her?
I can't bring myself to. Not with the way I look now. Ruffled, disgusting to the touch no doubt. I drank all morning damnit, barely slept for an hour before I was up and droning on the meaning of this shitty life again.
