The moment they were gone, I found myself overwhelmed and in the need of getting away. Sure, Hendrix was being nice, some would even venture to say sweet, but with the yo-yoing he dished out daily, I was confused.
One minute, I wanted to hug him.
Then the next, toss him from a cliff.
So, after saying goodbye, I retreated into the bathroom and took the fastest shower known to man. Didn't give him a second of my time, or he'd try to invite himself along.
Ten minutes of waiting him out - I combed my hair and put on lotion - while the man was slamming drawers on the other side of the door. By the fifteen-minute mark, he called out that he'd shower in the guest bathroom down the hall before stomping out in haste.
I could hear the annoyance in his tone, and it made me smile.
“Thank you, Ch
