So I read About Last Night from Mr. Krupa and I suddenly had this strange twisty sick feeling in my stomach.

I don't know what caused it. It could have been sympathy for the woman in the apartment below them, empathy for Ona (since I know what it is like to have to pee and know that there may be a mad-man lurking in the neighborhood.), maybe it was a little loneliness since it seems like forever since I have had the option of nudging Lee awake because I was scared, or maybe it was just the vending machine meat stick I had for an afternoon snack.