Tuesday, May 15, 2012
off we go
He would be just fine on his own. At home. And home wasn't where it used to be. Of course, he knew it would be lonely back at the flat without Willow. As it was she was squeezing his hand tight as she sat next to her mother.
Just when Jules thought he might drift off to wondering what might be happening back at the shop, Willow would give him a squeeze.
"Ow!" Jules shrank back in his seat. This was the worst trip possible. Having to be pleasant to her mother for the entire trip.
"When we get there, I hope we can take a few days to see where you grew up." Willow was suddenly in tune with him and not her mother.
"Why on earth for?" Jules winced as if he might be sick. Nausea was setting in. "That'll take hours. A train, at that." Jules didn't mean to scowl about it. "I'll just call me, Mum. She can come to the city."
"No, I want to see where you grew up." Willow assured him it would not be so awful.
Jules faked a laugh.
"We..will see.." He closed his eyes. He didn't want to go home.