"I think Len is upset..." I blurted out as Gemma and I sat on my parents couch just after Thanksgiving dinner. My stomach was past its capacity, I had eaten my weight in turkey and gravy, leaving me with a very full stomach.
"Why would you say that?" Gemma asked me wrapping her arms around her stomach that she pushed out to imitate a pregnant belly. Rubbing her hand across it as she tried to ease the pain of potatoes and stuffing.
"She's been dodging me and just been weird about coming over. She keeps rejecting me whenever I ask her if she wants to hang out and isn't much for conversation when I try to text or talk to her." I confessed to Gemma as old school cartoons loosely caught my attention. Images of Fred Flinstone flashed across the screen as I began to confess to Gemma about Elean
