LauriHow could I study knowing Mike was at my apartment confronting Asya about her part in all this mess? I closed my laptop, giving up on getting anything done, and moved out to the TV room in the clubhouse.
Johnny sat on the couch with his wife snuggled up against him, watching a home makeover show. I smiled over the absurdity. The mammoth sized biker watched, with interest, as a back room of a house was converted into a home office for a middle-aged accountant.
“We should do that with the spare bedroom. Jimmy’s never gonna move back now that he’s got his own place,” I heard his wife say.
“No.” He shook his head.
“Maybe we could turn it into a sewing room.”
“You don’t sew.”
“I could start if I had a sewing room.”
He let out an exasperated sigh that sounded all too familiar. Mike m
