It’s lovely to be home…. Jane’s sister had left before I got here (onwards to another family crisis)…and the girls were left in charge. The kitchen is gleaming and the house is tidy… thankyou.
But even as i step through the door, absolutely exhausted it begins to dawn on me that I’m in charge… jane isn’t here… just me. School tomorrow for the boy, a missed dental appointment to deal with, a beavers outing tomorrow, things to buy for janes return…. I’ve started a list…. I’m not allowed to breathe my sigh of relief quite yet.
I miss jane too… I’ve spent a lot of the last two days sat by her bedside watching her drift in and out of sleep, no make-up, no hormones, no visual clues that she is now genitally regendered… but she’s changed.
She looks beautiful.
John has finally gone.