“You look like you wanna say something to me.” I shook Jacob’s clasped hand that tightly wound around mine. He shook his head, sucking on his lower lip, “Nope.” He popped the ‘p’, smiling at the fellow guest that acknowledged him as we walked past, some offered him a ‘good job’ and I’m guessing that was about his success in the new surgery method he had just implemented.
Even though this was my life from before, I still found it hard to navigate my way through. Some older adults were giving me the side eye, some did a little whisper to each other when Jacob and I greeted them (what are you, like 5?), then well it was Jacob who mostly did the talking and I did the most listening and nodding and truthfully hearing them go on and on really bored the hell out of me. But this was Jacob’s jo
