I pursed my lips before stuffing a chunk of the potato salad that Marissa made into my mouth, struggling to keep my mouth shut, partially because the potatoes were like rubber but mostly because I was shocked with myself. What is wrong with me? The once quiet and reserved Kennedy is now being replaced by a stubborn, blunt, and rude girl. We continued eating, talking occasionally but it was silent for the most part.
When Ethel grabbed her briefcase from beside the door, I saw Marissa let out a sigh of relief. Her once perfect posture dropped to a slouch and she looked tired, even though it was a simple forty-five minute meal. “I’ll be off again; I’m staying at a hotel tonight. I have an early departure in the morning and I wouldn’t want to wake you. God knows you need the sleep, you’re alr
