"Sleep Over Here"
The ride back home was silent. As soon as the woman revealed herself to be Michael’s sister, I left. My first time meeting any member of his family, and of course, I showed up like a hooligan. Jaz had quickly followed behind and sped off. I couldn’t agree more. After all, it’s not like I didn’t just – assault a grown man, in front of his sister, right in the middle of a restaurant. “Can . . . well, maybe you can explain what just happened?” I raise a hand to my hair, patting and rubbing it gently, before shifting in my seat and clearing my throat. “That . . . was Michael. He’s the person I created the painting for.” “Oh,” Jaz's hands remained rigid on the steering wheel, as she slightly turned to stare at me as if I was crazy, “so I’m guessing you didn’t know that was his sister.” “W
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