“Let’s have lunch.”
“All right,” He glanced at me and away quickly. Bob was already nose deep in a thick book, and as I walked to the bathroom I stopped long enough to tilt it up for a look at the cover. Sex “Your boyfriend says he can fix it.”
“He’s…” I began, about to say ‘He’s not my boyfriend’, but then some impulse took over. “What’s wrong? As I’ve said, those were the nineties, the internet wasn’t yet a thing for most people, there was no such thing as a porno site available for viewing, and my mother had never bought a VHS or DVD player. Um, there’s a telephone book, so…”
“Car trouble?” It was Bob, speaking over my shoulder. “This room isn’t really any good for sleeping in. “We’re so lucky we found you,” she said. “For this lovely thing? ***************************************************************************************************
When I was in college, I’d had no intention of ever returning home as far as possible; my plans were to get a job as soon as I graduated and move as far away as I possibly could. “You’re not plain like me.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied.
