“Get up,” a voice said.
“Once again,” I said, “the oh-so perfect rehabilitated Karen is trying to give me not wanted advice.”
Looked up and saw wide open eyes paired with lips stretched into a straight line.
“Darren, get up or leave. You’re scaring our kids.”
I slowly stood to face Karen. I gripped her and brought her close enough to whisper in her ear.
“And you didn’t scare our kids when you were stumbling through the