As soon as I heard the front door close, I jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I’d been holding back the urge to piss for the last hour. Ah, relief. I walked through to the laundry, and noticed Mia had hung all the clothes on the drying rack. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt, I threw them in the dryer. On the way back to my bedroom, I filled a mug with coffee from the fresh pot Mia had put on. Taking a sip, I sighed. Coffee. I’d need a lot of that today. My phone vibrated. I grabbed it off my dresser in my room. It was a message from Beth. Hypothetically speaking, would you be free today around one? I ran over my day in my head. I’d wanted to visit Mom, and I had an appointment at six. If I got my ass into gear, I could do one. I texted back. I can spare a few hours. Where? She texted me the address of a theater downtown, in front of which I was to meet her.
