The little party I want to throw is going to end up in shambles if we go there now.
It wasn’t going to be ready till tomorrow. I was warming up on how to tell him to come there on his way but now he’s here. Spotting a huge bulge and wants to go there.
I understand I said the same thing. Unwanted interruptions, he called it, but how do I tell him I don’t want to go there without telling him the real reason?
“I don’t want to go there” I blurt out.
Oh boy. I have to lie, and I have to think fast because he’s not stupid and it has to be reasonable enough so he can willingly go on Saturday.
“Let's go to my house” I say.
It's not a reason, but It makes sense. My house.
It's not far from here. Half the time for both. He furrows his brow at my bbehaviour
“No offence, Ava, your house can't
