Robert
I will never understand women, honestly. I was definitely getting attitude from Noelle, but I had no flipping clue what I’d done to offend her.
And don’t even get me started on my son.
All I got from him were huffy sighs and the silent treatment.
When Wednesday finally came around, he refused to get dressed. I ended up carrying him to the dining room in his dinosaur pajamas. He then sat sullenly at the table, refusing to eat until Noelle showed up. Then he gave me a dark look, picked up his plate and his glass of orange juice, and went to sit at her table.
“Traitor,” I muttered.
There was something different about Noelle that morning. It took me a moment to pin down what it was. It was the clothes. Instead of her usual frumpy, colorless dresses she was wearing a green blaze
