Chapter 7December 24: Angie
It was the first thing that floated into my head when I woke up: Ramon saying he didn’t give a s**t about his job. I didn’t pursue it then, and I wasn’t going to pursue it today, and if I had any brains at all I’d leave it alone for good. His career path was his business, and we were not in a position where me saying, “Chuck it and come to NC with me,” was anything close to a good idea.
But God, did I want to. Part of it—I was self-aware enough to know this—was because I hated the idea of being there all by myself, with no family within yelling-for-help or even watching-a-movie distance. Not that they wouldn’t fly across country if I really needed help. It was just that being on my own like that for the first time in my life was scary as f**k. I thought I need
