Chapter Twenty-One
Hannah
A text?
I was eating breakfast after sleeping in when my cell chimed for a message.
Mike: Good morning. What’s your schedule like for next weekend?
Should I respond right away? Last night, he said he’d call. Was he cooling off already?
This is when I really wished I had a good girlfriend. Marcy did not count. Jen had given me her number, though. Would it be too weird to ask for advice?
notSetting the phone aside, I went through the rest of my routine.
Sunday was my errand/chore day. Today’s list included going to IKEA for a shelf for the stuffed animals. I still couldn’t believe he bought all that stuff. What a goober. I’d ship them to my stepmother to store in the garage if I didn’t think it might hurt his feelings.
Well…
Maybe not the orangutan. I lift
