I can’t visit Lizzy this week, but I called her and let her know. She sounded sad, but she said it was fine. That she loved me anyway. Thank God someone did. “Are you moving in with me?” I joke as Saige skips down the stairs with a garment bag over her arm and a huge bag full of who knows what. “Hey, it takes a lot to get me ready to see my folks. My mother notices everything and if my makeup isn’t up to her standards, I’m going to get a lecture. My goal is to get out of there with only one, which is pushing it.” She throws the stuff in the backseat and gets in the front, giving me a quick kiss. “Your parents don’t approve of you?” I ask. I’m interested to hear her side of that story. She snorts a little as I pull out onto the street. “You could say that. I’m not exactly what they had in mind when they decided to have children.
