Jay
A few months have passed since Evan told me that his father bought him an architectural firm and that he was going to own his own company doing what he wanted to do. In our video chats, I saw a new Evan. You could tell he had a huge stress lifted from himself.
Today, I have been dreading. I need to have a conversation with Mitzi. I got up early and made Mitzi, my famous egg and cheesy potato casserole that she loves, for breakfast.
“Oh, what is that I’m smelling? Is that what I think it is?” Mitzi said as she came into our kitchen.
“It’s my breakfast casserole.” I told her.
“Oh, you don’t make this that often! I’m in for a treat! So what is wrong?” Mitzi asked, eyeing me with her arms crossed in front of her.
“Why do you think something is wrong? I just felt like making this.” I
