CHAPTER 36
AFTER MY BIRTHDAY treat from Oliver, I thought he might take me out again, but so far, we’d spent two more evenings in his apartment, and he hadn’t suggested venturing further afield.
Sometimes, this patience thing really sucked.
And just to put more of a downer on the week, my mom called.
“You haven’t forgotten what’s happening next weekend, Pippi, have you?”
The weeks and months had melded into one recently. I worked at Java Monday through Thursday morning, and then all day Fridays and Sunday evenings I went to Il Tramonto. The only exceptions to my schedule were my lunchtimes and nights with Oliver, which were burned into my brain, and the occasional Saturday night out with Imogen, although we’d both been too tired for those recently.
“Er, what is happening?”
“It’s Che
