Logan
"Don't you want anything to eat, Logan?"
I stared right at her. At her red glossy lips and her shiny blonde curls.
It was surreal. How she looked so much like my Delia, f**k, they had the same face, but it was marked into my heart. The ways they were different. The ways they could never be mistaken for the same person, at least by me.
The way I knew immediately, that Dennis was just a like a place holder to me and not much else.
And if I could find the Sphinx who'd put me in this dilemma, I'd rid everyone of their f*****g troubles.
"No, Dennis. Go ahead and eat." Stiff yourself f*****g full.
I reined in the frustration fueled by the fact that Delia wasn't answering my calls. I'd more or less called her every half hour since I'd left the supermart where she worked.
I'd had h
