I stand on Wendy’s doorstep, staring like an i***t. I thought I had her image engraved in my brain, but reality wipes away all fantasies.
She looks unbelievably cute in black leggings, a light gray sweatshirt, and with her hair down. It’s grown back blonde, but the lower half is still pink, and she looks adorable.
Especially when she crosses her arms over her chest and wrinkles her nose in a prissy expression like now.
Wendy eyes the suitcase behind my back, and says, “I think you made a mistake; the wedding is next week in Florida.”
“I know, I’m not here for the wedding.”
“No? What for, then?”
“Can I come in or should we do this on the landing?”
“Do what?”
“I talk, you listen… that sound okay?”
She gives me a stiff nod. But some initial resistance was to be expected.
In her liv
