Epilogue
10 mins.
I’m nervous, Eli replied, and received a photo of Rob’s face, one eyebrow raised in an unimpressed expression.
U have had tit surgery and a fuckin huge chest tattoo how the f**k r u nervous?
Because this is gonna hurt more!
“Is that Rob?” Mum asked.
It was Sunday evening. Eli always came home for Sunday dinner—something Mum had insisted on, because she was getting proper grandma since Bobby had been born and empty-nested like crazy now—and usually Eli would drive home or Jenny would drop him off. But tonight—
“Yeah. He’ll be here in ten minutes.”
“Ask him what ice cream he wants.”
“We’re not stopping, Mum.”
“Ask him!”
Eli rolled his eyes. Mum says what ice cream dyou want?
Wtf im not stoppin! came the predictable reply.
“Mint choc chip,” Eli lied. “but we’re
