As Joanne did her university work in front of the TV on Saturday night, she heard the doorbell ring. She set down her book and got up. She looked through the peep hole and rolled her eyes. It was Carl, a friend of her step dad, Carl was in his thirties but quite handsome in a quite brooding sort of way. He had never married preferring instead to travel to more exotic corners of the earth often for months at a time.. something most wives would not have tolerated. “Hey Carl, what’s up,” she said casually. “I was looking for your dad, is he around?” Joanne never understood Carl. He was in his late thirties, not bad looking, but he was never around … Read entire article »