Chapter Twenty Tuesday, December 8
I texted Natalie about my revelation regarding the man in black last night but received no reply. A follow-up text sent first thing this morning also went unanswered. I curb my frustration by telling myself she’s probably either catching up on sleep or doing cop stuff.
One of the great things about having a nice chunk o’ change in my bank account yet living a rather modest lifestyle is that I can splurge without stressing when the occasion calls for it. Eating at Gina’s once a week has inspired me to learn how to cook my own meals, so, on her recommendation, I biked past my regular supermarket and went instead to a smaller, high-end grocery store across the street. I fell in love with the place, and I’ve stopped by on a weekly basis ever since.
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