✽ Mandy ✽
Rosa arrived with a tote bag full of packing tape and the kind of energy that made me feel guilty for being tired. She stood in my doorway, staring at the half-empty living room, and her eyes narrowed.
“You sure you want to do this today?” she asked.
“I have to,” I said. “If I don’t move my stuff, they will throw everything out,” Rosa stepped inside and set her tote down.
“Well, that does make sense, and I guess you don’t want to be alone here,” she said. I didn’t argue. The couch cushions were bare. The kitchen counters were clear. It should have felt clean. It only felt exposed.
“I’m sure,” I said again. Rosa blew out a breath.
“Ok, then we pack. But I’m allowed to ask questions,”
“You have been asking questions since I called you,” I pointed out.
“That’s because you
