Not that I had to work very hard to do so; He had pretty much made it a point to avoid me, too. The tension between he and I during that time was a tangible thing; a thick, heavy, syrupy smog that hung like a wet wool blanket in the air between us. But soon enough, we f...
I tended to get lost in a zone whenever I was writing and didn’t even hear the doorbell ring. But nothing could ever distract me from the sound of Lisa in the vicinity. My beautiful goddaughter reached my office first, however, rushing into the room with a squeal, so I ...