Katerina
“So, that happened,” I sigh and take another sip of my homemade wine I just received through mail. Thank god for my grams and her wine making wisery. The steep taste burns through my throat, bringing back memories of me and Eva sneaking into grams’ basement in the summer and getting drunk on half a bottle like the lame teenagers we were back then.
I am sitting with her right now in my large bedroom/apartment, because that big it is, and mope about everything that happened during my unfortunate trip to the mainland with my step-brother dearest. Do I have my new priest friend here with me to hear all about my sins even if we are not even from the same religion? Sure, I do. Poor Manuel is blushing like a damn virgin as it is, and I know I should feel at least sorry about what happe
