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Thursday morning Kari was up early. She had an ultrasound appointment and didn't want me there. She told me if she saw me anywhere near the hospital she wouldn't go in. She was meeting her mother there instead. Kari came home about 9:30, disappointed. Her mom never showed up and Kari was at her appointment alone. I told her it was my turn to go out for a while and again suggested she pay for the fuel delivery. I didn't know how much longer I'd be allowed to live in that house and figured I'd pay her back in small payments over the time I was there. Besides, making her financially responsible for something more than her cigarettes might get a fire under her ass to get a job since I couldn't stay. I went out to lunch, looked through the paper for a new place to live, and made an appointment to see the pastor at a church. I hadn't been to church in a long time, but felt guidance was getting pretty necessary at this point in my life. I saw a couple of the places in the paper then went to talk to the pastor. Afterward on my way home I saw a friend's truck in his driveway and stopped in for a talk with him as well. He was one of the counselors at school and we talked with each other fairly often. Around 5:15 I drove home and saw the fuel oil truck in our driveway. I knew Kari would expect me to pay for it in full with a bounced check if I was there so I kept on driving. I went out to supper and had a couple beers, then returned to an empty house at 7:15. I talked to my dad on the phone... he listened in complete shock to what had happened at home over the past week-and-a-half. He loved Kari and was so happy and suuportive for us. I moved the bed from Cathy's room (upstairs next to Kari's) down to the first floor bedroom. |