I proposed my idea that night when Clark and I had put the girls to bed. With unrestrained disgust, I slipped a granny nightgown over my head.
The cotton was old and worn against my skin. I shuddered, realizing that these ghastly slips filled the dressers.
Though Clark had made it clear that he found me desirable in these potato sacks, I was eager to be rid of them. Perhaps when I did I’d feel a little more like me.
meAfter rubbing my face with coconut oil to keep the wrinkles away, I padded to the bed and climbed in.
It was the first time I’d slipped under the covers instead of hiding out in the living room since I’d gotten here.
Clark took note and immediately hauled me by the waist until I was on top of him.
“Hold on, buster.” I pushed myself up and out of his reach just before he
