Fifteen
Trixie
I looked in our refrigerator. There was a quart of expired milk, half a loaf of bread, and some pickles. Then our pantry, which had some ramen, a box of mac n cheese, cereal, and a can of spaghetti … Jude’s, gag.
With a sigh, I closed the door, picked up my phone, and used an app to order pizza.
After lighting a berry-scented candle, I looked around and deemed the apartment looked good enough for company. Or, at least for Wes. Now, if it were parents coming to visit, I’d make sure there were no books and folders on the coffee table, and maybe do some vacuuming and dusting, but, it was Wes.
He’d been here before and knew what to expect. Plus, I was tired from lack of sleep and a full day of school, and figured if he was offended by cluttered surfaces and some dishes in t
