Even though I knew Chris would probably wouldn’t be very interested in eating dinner, I’d made garlic bread. Garlic breath be damned. A salad was already put together and in the fridge, waiting to be dressed. I wasn’t wearing the green sweater dress Chris requested. Instead I wore a washed-out bl...
He appeared at Conner’s house every day. Sometimes, he would give me a smile and nod on his way in or out and other times he would stay for dinner and chat with everyone. Then, after Conner and Donna would go to bed, he and I would hang out together, talking, playing cards, or even watching movie...
I was definitely hung over. It wasn’t exactly the hang over from hell, but it still wasn’t pretty. I lay in the bed, cataloguing various aches and the desert that was once my mouth. I wasn’t sure what had woken me, but I was very sure I would be going back to sleep immediately. I closed my eyes a...