But after making the call, Jane Sampson began to worry again.
Did she really make James Black so angry?
Could he be so upset that he wouldn't be able to sleep all night?
Could he be so mad that he'd lie in bed thinking about how to cleanup his act?
What did he say when he hung up just now?
A 10,000-word self-criticism wouldn't save her?
Jane Sampson's face scrunched up, writing one thousand words was already killing her; ten thousand words would probably take her ten lives.
Did she really go too far this time?
Is it too late to call and explain now?
Would James believe she really didn't eat the lollipop lying on the sofa if she waited until she got home and brought it back?
Jane Sampson wrinkled her nose, feeling sure in her heart that by then, James definitely wouldn't believe her.
Thinking about the 10,000-word self-criticism, Jane Sampson started to chicken out.
Maybe she should call and explain?
