The Morning After

Libby

The next morning, after they had gotten out of bed and Libby had showered, she declined March's offer of breakfast. "I don't usually eat this early," she'd smiled at him. "And anyway, you don't have any doughnuts!"

She'd kissed him goodbye at the door, promising to call him later in the day, and then gotten on the road back to the Glen. She had a thirty-minute drive to work this morning, as opposed to the five minutes it usually took her to get there.

At first, she tried to push away the thoughts that kept coming to her, trying to enjoy the drive and the view. It didn't work, though. Even though she'd just spent the night with March and she kept reflecting on that and on how good he was to her, visions of Dan Evans would not leave her alone.

Libby couldn't seem to push away the time they'd spent together by that stream yesterday afternoon, how he'd made her feel, the way her body had responded to him. Their coming together had seemed to fulfill some great need that they had for one another. Her longing for him was still there.

Then, something came to her that she hadn't even though of before. My God, she'd just slept with two men on the same day! How could that be? She wasn't that kind of girl! Was she some sort of tramp or something?

Suddenly, all the pressure and confusion was too much for her. She pulled her car over to the side of the road, sat there and cried.