Jenny
Present
I'd crashed at Matt's the night before. He'd been adamant I not ride the motorcycle home while tired. I'd slept in the guest room, though very little sleep had been involved. All I kept thinking was he was in the room right next to mine. I wondered if he slept naked.
Anyway, I arose early and started a pot of coffee for him, then left a reminder note the Salvation truck would be there at nine. I visited my grandfather-not a good visit-and packed a few items in an overnight bag. None of what I had in mind for Matt's house with regards to decor was difficult, but it would be time-consuming. Best I be prepared for a few late nights.
It tore at my chest to see Matt worked up like that yesterday. I knew he ruled by organization, even more so the past couple years, but I was to
