Dread filled me at the thought of having to face everyone, and answer their questions and see their sadness and try to explain myself and - “Harlow!” Lisa pretty much yelled at me as she clicked her fingers in front of me. “Are you listening to me?” Dragging my thoughts back to the conversation, I attempted to give her my full attention. Easier said than done these days. My attention didn’t want to be on anything these days; it wanted to sink as far into obscurity as it could. “Sorry, honey. Can you say that again?” Lisa deserved more than what I could give her at the moment, and a pang of remorse hit me. I’ll do better. She sighed in the way an adult sighs. It was so Lisa; so grown up for a child, but then again she was more mature than most children her age. Her mother saw to that. “I said that Scott is being so strange at the moment and I was wondering if you knew why.” More remorse hit me and I switched the beater off so I could focus completely on the conversation.
What do You think about Sassy Christmas (Storm MC)?
