Chapter 28
Henry had hoped that by lying still on his bed, on the cool, crisp linens, with only candlelight, he might kind of meditate and thus calm himself.
No such luck. He might as well have been playing Lady Gaga at top volume on his Bluetooth speaker and running one of the porn sites he watched on one of its longest and most hard-core clips.
He wasn’t calm. He wasn’t serene. He wasn’t at peace with his decision.
But tomorrow he would need to get up and, wonder of wonders, go to work. How was that for a novel concept? Tomorrow was Friday, and even if he could slip out of the house unnoticed and spend at least eight hours away with no questions asked, he’d still have to face his dad come Monday morning, when he would roust his son from bed to go to work downtown with him on the Metra train.
Henry got up and pulled on a T-shirt to pair with the mesh athletic shorts he had on. He padded into his en suite bath to splash some water on his face and to take a look at himself in the mirror.