Deb says gently, “I was just saying we girls need to stick together.”
It’s obvious that’s not what she was saying. She’s being kind, letting me know that she can tell I’m a big mess, but that she’s pulling for me.
Jake, on the other hand, is giving me a steely stare. He’s not cutting me any slack. He turns to Aidan and asks him how the house build is going, an obvious ploy to move the conversation in a different direction.
They talk about the project while I sit and listen in uncomfortable silence, every once in a while offering a tight smile in response to a worried glance from Deb.
This is a disaster. I’m a disaster. I can’t even pull off a ten-minute conversation with other people without making a fool of myself. I’ve probably embarrassed poor Aidan in every way the man could be emb
