Chapter Six
Millie
Kicking my shoes off at the door, I entered our apartment, dropped my a*s onto the couch, and closed my eyes. “A whole weekend off. Is this a dream or what?”
“Um, talking to yourself, Millie?” my sister asked.
Opening one eye, I found her standing over me, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrows arched. “Sure.”
“Sure?” She shook her head, moving her waist-long blonde hair, which was hanging in waterfall curls that draped over each shoulder. “What’s this I heard you say about having the whole weekend off? You don’t get weekends off.”
“I know.” The smile that formed on my lips wouldn’t go away. “I had Saturday off, and one of the waitresses who’s been out with the flu volunteered to take my Sunday shift. It’s a miracle.”
“I’ll say.” Falling onto the couch next to me,
