Luther and I had finished eating the meal he cooked for our dinner. We’re presently seated on my couch while watching a comedy sitcom about a group of friends living together in an apartment.
I was having fun watching it when Luther suddenly stood up and turned off the television.
“Why?” I whined in protest.
“I’ve something important to tell you,” he seriously said as he sat down beside me.
This better be not about his father. With Howard and his wife leaving us alone, which I found suspicious, our current problem was how to get the approval of his father. Though he said that should be my least concern since he strongly believed his father would come around eventually.
“What is it about?” I asked, facing him.
His palm opened up and I gave him what he wanted, my own hand for him to
