E-- spent the night. I hardly slept a wink. All I could think about was making her an omelet. I tried to crawl out of bed around six without waking her, but she heard me.
“Don’t go,” she said. “Stay here.”
The last time I told her “no,” she changed her relationship status on Facebook. For three days, I thought we had broken up.
I got back into bed and stared at the ceiling. Did I have enough eggs? Enough cheese?
E-- returned to a full snore in about ten minutes. I crawled out of bed and tiptoed down to the refrigerator.
I had what I needed to make the omelets. I took my sketch for the stove dial out of the cupboard. Putt...
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