Nineteen

Visitation rights. Katie spits the words. Like hell. 

She calls Him, angry and upset. He's defensive, but Katie keeps pushing until he gives a little. In the end she says some things she needs to say, and he says some things she needs to hear. On the whole not too bad. But Katie knows it isn't over, but she suspects he will think it is. An hour later he's commented on something she said on Facebook, confirming her suspicions. Katie's done pretending. He will know in uncertain terms that everything is not all right. Not by a long shot.

She sighs. Coffee with Esther tomorrow. She has a letter to write. Or rewrite. She's not sure which. But, coffee. Katie's missed coffee almost as much as she's missed Esther. There is coffee in the city, but coffee always tastes better with Esther.