I was able to get the appointment with the Claim Adjuster for Monday, the ninth. I can't tell you how much I was looking forward to having it over and done with so the removal people could come clean up the mess. I wanted my own space back. Not that living at Aunt Estella's was a hardship, not at all. But it wasn't my place, my special space. Luckily, work wasn't as busy as it had been and I was able to catch up on all the things I'd shoved aside. Feeling at loose ends, I texted Caitlin, Crystal and Leila asking about going to dinner at Enrique's on Thursday night. Leila said she had plans. Cait couldn't make it for dinner but could join us for drinks afterward. Crys' text simply said, "Hell, yeah! Need girl time. Am surrounded by dicks all day long!" If I had thought about it, which I didn't, I probably would've thought having dinner with just Crys would probably be stilted, given our age difference. But I didn't. And it wasn't. She was just as much fun one - on - one as she had been at the mall.
