I didn’t even put the key in the door at Gail’s, when the door swung open.
“Tell us all,” Nana said, and I wondered how long she’d been standing by the door? Maybe from the second when I’d call her after a shower, when I was sitting on his bed, in a towel and rubbing the water out of my hair. No more thinking about the sad part of the night, because I knew the moment, I hopped into the limo that I had to leave the city. That there was nothing here for me. Not really. I had the comfort in knowing that the myth was correct, but, I had a life back home waiting for me and all of a sudden it didn’t seem so bad. I would have a roof over my head, food on the table and I wouldn’t have to worry about being kicked off a sofa.
No, my life waiting for me back home may not be as exciting as it was h
