A week after the Masquerade ball, Gigi agreed to see me so long as she could stay at her place. I wasn’t having it for the long run, but realized things were tenuous between us and didn’t want to scare her off. I picked her up and drove her to work each morning, she taught Littles how to skate all day long next door to her best friend, Ivy’s arts and crafts studio. It felt safe, like I had her protected.
I should have known better than to stupidly, let my guard down.
My buddy, Rupert, was proud about the recent addition to The Petting Zoo, where his wife, Ivy, cared for Littles. He hired a construction crew to attach to it the art studio of her dreams, where she could paint to her heart’s content. After several months, it was finally ready, and I said I’d stop by to take a look when I c
