Chapter 7
Ashley
Ashley girl, you are such a genius, I think to myself after tasting a sample of the cookie dough I just made. Having had to use whatever sorry-excuse-for-ingredients I could rummage from Jess’ understocked pantry, I have to admit, this chocolate-raisin cookie batter is as good as it can get. After dropping scoops of dough onto ungreased cookie sheets, I place them in the oven.
That should do.
Dropping the dirty bowl in the sink, I pat my hands dry, and then I remember I had been ranting to Jess earlier. “So yeah, where was I?”
Jess gives me an absentminded shrug, her eyes glued to her phone.
“Oh, yeah. Then, Jay tells me I’ve gotta be instinctive. What am I? A psychic? He cautioned me about getting my priorities right - after everything I’ve done for him.” I roll my
