Pasta with a chicken oxo cube

400 words added to Dearest . . . tonight. Getting nearer towards the target, but I still don't think I'm going to make it.

Not a great deal of time tonight. But, to bulk this entry up:

'Last night . . .' he started. Looks like he doesn't want to say it was a mistake, Ki thought bitterly. Would he feel better if I told him it didn't happen? He looked at the door--through the door--and his face creased. Across the hallway his girlfriend was probably still asleep, but if she did see him doing the walk of shame in his dinner jacket . . . 'I love Erica.'

Later . . .