It wasn’t this bad last time, but that doesn’t matter; Lola will get over it. We’ve both had some time to cool off, and I can swing by later to say I’m sorry.
Lola will take me back again. The last time she caught me with an ex-girlfriend, it took me a day to get back in. That b***h wasn’t worth the headache.
After signing off on a supply order, I have a free moment and pull out my phone. There’s no reply from Lola yet. Pissed off, I sent her yet another message.
3:57 PM – I will be coming over later. You better be calmer this time.
I’m sweating my ass off, hammering two-by-fours, trying to clear my head. It’s nearly time to knock off, but I still haven’t received an answer from my girl, so I’m texting her again.
5:38 PM – Make dinner. Be there soon, babe.
I’m sitting in my truck
