My Mom gathered the Barlow Bitches from Hell and they all came, in their words, to ‘see for themselves’.” “Your Mom told my Mom that we were together and it looked serious. Silence for a beat then, smile gone from his voice, he asked, “Come again?” “I thought you weren’t speakin’ to me,” he sounded like he was smiling. I ran upstairs, straight to my bedroom, closed the door, nabbed the phone and called Luke. She was smiling at me and I could swear she was trying to communicate that it was all going to be okay. Macho man with a great mustache and a tight ass reinforcements. I didn’t have the time, or the energy, to fight the fight.
Of course, I’d get the couch in my own damned house.
“Mom can sleep on your futon and Marilyn and I’ll sleep in your bed. “Yeah, we have it all figured out,” Sofia told me.
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