Deacon MontgomeryI stare at Cam, my mouth wide in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
Cam’s response is slightly whiny and deliciously cute, “No, I’m not! He’s coming. I’m not moving anywhere without Ralph.”
“Ralph?” I ask in confusion as I gawk at the ugliest chair I have ever seen. Not only is it the most hideous orange, but it’s also covered with a shag-like material that looks anything but hygienic.
Cam answers dismissively, “Um…yes, he has a name. Ralph has been with me since the beginning of my sophomore year of college, and I’m not going to ditch him. He goes, or I don’t.” She stands, facing me, with a slight pout on her face and her hands on her hips.
Okay, apparently, the ugly chair is coming. “Okay, babe, you can keep your Ralph.” I shake my head in disbelief, chuckling as I
