Flowers for Jill Ch. 03

"You've had a long Monday." He reasoned, "You need a pet to keep you company."

"Not today, Shannon." She smiled, "Not ever, but nice try."

She made her regular trip around the bird cages pushing her finger between the bars of the big lovebird's cage, and chuckling at the little mice who fell off their exercise wheels, then made her regular donation at the register before heading home feeling positively better. But the minute she opened her door, she was assaulted by a sense of despair, and a loneliness that was worse than the numerous times she got her heart broken by Curt and, of all things, she burst out crying for the first time in a long time.

She had promised herself not to cry about a guy anymore, yet here she was, bawling her eyes out for Marc Dussant. Boy, was she in trouble.