Chapter 7: A ProposalThe knock on his bedroom door at 1:23 A.M. came as a surprise.
Didi entered at “I’m awake” to sit at the end of the bed, so close to the edge if Pete even flicked his toe she’d tumble off.
“I’ve been smoking up the fireplace for an hour, figuring out how to approach you.”
“Up the fireplace?”
“If I blow it up the flue, I’m technically not smoking in the living room.”
Still tipsy, Pete propped himself up on a pillow.
“You’ve got your head stuck up in the chimney and I’m in here hoping I don’t wet the bed in my sleep. What a pair we are.”
“I was way out of line, riding you like that.”
He said nothing to let her off the hook, so she continued.
“I know you’re not the enemy. It’s all of it: this house, this town, Dad, it reactivated a lot of negative shit.”
“Let it
