Chapter 20January 1: Angie
You know how people will say they’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster? I never got that before. The past twenty-four hours, though…I get it now. I was dying to sit and talk with Ramon until we’d both said everything we could possibly say. But I still had whiplash and didn’t know if I should trust myself, much less if he should trust me.
So we went shopping. Not without doing a brief survey of the next-most-needed things, after moving that cheap futon into the second bedroom. One day it could be the basis for an acceptable guest room. The living room looked better without it. Ramon looked around the empty space and said, “What did you have in mind here?”
“I have no idea. Super low priority.”
He patted my ass again (by now I had jeans on). “Do you have a list
