<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra could feel Blake wasn't happy with the idea of a book club in the house before he even said anything. His reaction only made clearer that he hated it. Shaking her head, Cassandra gave up. She knew Blake would accept it if she pushed the matter, but she didn't want to. If he felt better this way, Cassandra really didn't want to push her husband out of his comfort zone. To be honest, she would just wish that he had someone to count on when she wasn't around, or in case something happened to her. But knowing his issues, it wouldn't do to push him into relationships with people who might not be as understanding as she was. With a somewhat forced smile, Cassandra waved her hand as though erasing the idea. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Never mind, honey. It was a silly idea. I'll find some other way to socialize. You know I always do"</span>, she replied. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"And you are a <span style="font-style: italic">terrible</span> liar. Don't try"</span>, the woman completed, with a light-hearted chuckle.<br/><br/>After that joke, Cassandra kept silent for a moment. Her gaze upon Blake had a wondering expression. She would love to know what he was thinking, and what his concerns were. She would also love to know how to help. He had done what his doctor had told him to. He had gone to therapy - alone and with her - and had taken the meds. But in some moments... Cassandra still felt like he might slip out of control. Pursing her lips, Cassandra thought about her mother's concerns. Mrs. Bradley really disliked Blake, and couldn't miss a chance to tell her daughter she should leave him before he harmed her. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Why am I even thinking about this?</span></span>, Cass scolded herself. Yes, maybe they really should spend some time at a quiet place. They were probably just tired of moving and stressed with the move and all the changes it brought along.<br/><br/>Having her attention drawn to the hiss outside, Cassandra walked to the window and blinked a few times in surprise. What, in God's name, were all those cats doing there? It looked like their house had suddenly become Feline Mecca or something. She didn't mind cats by themselves, but there were way too many, and Blake's allergy meant they had to go away. The attitude the animals were displaying was also a little unsettling.<br/><br/>Walking away from the window, Cassandra looked up at Blake. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"You know what? Let's fill a backpack each, get them in the car and get out of the house right now. We can come back in two or three days. I think we both need some time to just relax and think about nothing"</span>. After this statement, Cassandra walked to the back of the stairs and waited. The final decision would be Blake's, of course, but it would be good to do something impulsively once in a lifetime - for both of them.</div>