23 WOLFIE“Keep going, just a few more blocks this way.”
Penelope guides me down the pine-tree-lined streets of Oak Park, directing me from memory toward Connor’s house. She’s been to his place plenty of times since his move, helping with home decor and crib assembly and everything in between.
But this is only my second time out this way, the first being my trip to that brewery with Connor a few weeks ago. I know about as much about navigating suburbia as I know about landing a plane.
“This one right here. Make a right.”
She points me down a side street, and as I turn, I notice her legs bouncing absently beneath the tin-foil-wrapped cake in her lap. It’s pretty f*****g adorable, although I hope it’s from excitement, not nerves.
Penelope has been planning this baby shower all month, str
