Chapter 18
Despite my desire to spend all my free time with Jasmine, we realized space was important. The Saturday before Christmas, I was home alone catching up on my reading with the aid of a nice cup of tea and a bag of chips. A timid knock at my door disturbed my immersion into the world of Easy Rawlins.
“Hey Aunt Vet, do you have any cookies?” Devon breathlessly asked. As usual, his coat was not on his back, but it was not too cold outside and he looked so cute in his snowman sweater. One of Danita’s ex-husband’s cousins lived in my apartment complex, so it was never a complete surprise when he dropped by.
“Sure Devon, come on in,” I said, turning to head to the kitchen expecting his footsteps behind me. As he began walking in, he abruptly caught himself and stepped back.
“Um, I c
