Martha
Martha pulled her comforter around herself, wishing it were Landry’s arms snuggling her in bed instead of a blanket. She had thought they’d had a great evening. The food was delicious. Even Josie, who preferred pizza and burgers to anything remotely exotic, had loved the food. Then they’d spent hours eating ice cream and playing music together. Martha had decided that she had quite the talent for the vibraslap, mainly because all she had to do was hit the little wooden ball whenever Landry nodded at her. They laughed and teased each other all evening as if they had been in each other’s lives for years. No one watching them would have ever guessed that they’d only officially met Landry a week ago. At the end of the night, Martha had walked Landry to h
