Chapter Eleven
Sunday evening finds me cross-legged on Damien’s couch with an array of craft materials spread around me while Damien sits at his desk working hard on an assignment. I got an order last night for twenty ‘So many books, so little time’ pin badges, and it turned out I only had nine left. So I gathered up the relevant craft materials in a lunch box and crossed the parking lot to Smuts.
Quiet music plays in the background while I cut out laminated circles and stitch bits of felt together. The only other sound is the tick-tick-tick of Damien’s typing. Everything is perfect—well, it would be more perfect if we were a genuine couple and there was a whole lot of kissing interspersed amongst the typing and stitching, but it’s as close to perfect as I can get right now—until a knock
