Charlie
Completely engulfed in cleaning and organizing, I lose track of time. The doorbell chimes throughout the house, putting a stop to my manic frenzy. Almost skipping to the door with my hands rubbing together with anxiousness, a shriek of excitement greets my friend at the door.
“No car?” I ask.
I stare at Juliet as she holds up two large bottles of wine, one in each hand. She invites herself in and immediately goes to the kitchen to put the bottles in the fridge. “Nope. I plan to get tipsy.” She swings back around meeting my stare. “So what’s on the schedule for tonight?”
“Drinking. Drinking...and more drinking obviously.” I reply as she waggles the bottles in the air.
“Well...I did bring a movie to watch.” She digs in her oversized purse searching for something. It takes a mome
