I despise the way my brain is trained to work sometimes. Walking into a situation, having methodically worked through the risks, I know I’m fairly likely to walk away with a slap to the face.
Because Cora is fire. Unpredictable, hypnotic and something I should really not mess around with.
“Are you up for it?” is a thousand miles from how I wanted to put the question to her.
She is probably getting psycho-stalker vibes from the empty bar and man barring the door.
But Jen did say the only way to get her out of the house would be to meet in a bar. Which only adds to my list of concerns about Cora. Let’s hope drunkenness wasn’t a part of her arrest.
It went on my mental list of risks anyway.
I need Cora to agree, because otherwise I’m crushing my dying father.
Today, Dad sat tall in
