34“Why Georgia” – John Mayer
There was a very real possibility that they'd made it back to his uncle's house with a fur rug and posters of unicorns and water lilies. He couldn't keep up with her when she shopped. She talked a lot, mostly to herself, and he just pushed the cart and tried not to have the wrong opinion.
“You've got these bags, right?” Vanessa asked happily.
“Absolutely.” He loaded himself up like a pack mule and put the rug over his shoulder to schlep up to the house. He dropped them in the doorway to his “room” and lay on the bed.
“You don't want to help?”
“Do you want me to help?”
She c****d her head to the side thoughtfully. “No. I do not. I do want a drill and some drywall anchors and a hammer and nails though. So go tend to that.”
“Yes, dear.” He heaved himself ba
