Did we have a freak tornado in January? Did someone rob Jimmy but instead of throwing things away, they dumped trash all over his living room?
He cast his gaze to the ground, refusing to look at the mess. "Jalinda normally did the cleanup."
I bit my tongue rather than point out how sexist his comment sounded. Plus, she'd barely been gone a day, but it looked like he'd been living the dorm life for at least a semester.
Two pizza boxes sat stacked on top of one another, hanging haphazardly from an end table. He had at least a case of empty Mountain Dew cans scattered around the floor, and he'd stacked all the decorative couch cushions on one of the side chairs.
He'd been so put together just twenty-four hours ago.
"Do you need help picking up?" I asked out of reflex and then pleaded
