Although it was unnecessary, after our workout, when Jake took me home, he walked me to the front door of Lavender House as well as through it.
I felt quite strange seeing as I was sweaty and I was never sweaty. My body also felt fatigued and my body never felt fatigued unless the day was a rather long one or the evening included dancing. And I was not in my usual attire which put me off-balance. Amber’s choices were lovely but they weren’t me.
So when Jake closed the door against the chill of the morning and turned to me, feeling off-balance and having a morning that started with Jake waking me up by tickling my nose with a lock of my hair and ended with him and I both getting sweaty (alas, not in a way I would chose but it was far from bad, especially watching Jake do it), I had a near overwhelming desire to move into him. To curl my arms around his neck. To press my damp body to his then press my lips to his.
Fortunately, before I gave into this urge, Jake spoke.
“Amber’s done bein’ grounded today. You still good to look after Eath this afternoon?”
I stared at him a moment in surprise.
Had a week passed since we discussed this?
It had.
“Of course,” I replied.
“He gets off school at two forty-five,” he told me. “I’ll text Amber and let her know she’s off-duty.”
I nodded.
“Got shit to do at the gym, got shit to do at the club,” Jake carried on. “And the kid’s league is startin’ up again so I got shit to do for that. You good to keep him for dinner?” he asked.
Sharing dinner with Ethan.
I would very much enjoy that.
“Certainly,” I answered.
“It’ll help a lot, Slick,” he shared.
“Ethan’s very good company therefore this is hardly a bother, Jake,” I assured him with complete honesty.
He grinned then said, “I’ll pick him up around seven thirty.”
Hmm.
Another early dinner.
Oh well.
“All right,” I replied.
“Tomorrow night, we’re goin’ to the football game.”
I blinked before I asked, “Pardon?”
“Friday night high school football. You, me and Ethan are goin’.”
My heart made a flutter and not at the prospect of going to a high school football game. “That sounds fun,” I partly lied because football would likely bore me silly.
Being with Jake was another story.
And knowing I’d be spending even more time with him was yet another story.
He grinned again and moved closer.
My heart fluttered again.
“You pick up Eath after school. I’ll pick you both up later. We’ll grab some food and go.”
I forced myself to speak normally when I asked, “Amber and Conner aren’t going with us?”
“Amber’s goin’ with her friends. Conner is either goin’ with one of his girls or he’s goin’ with his buds. They’re in high school. They don’t hang with their old man. But their old man goes to games to keep an eye on them, specifically Amber, who’d probably be under the bleachers doin’ shit that even thinkin’ about it for a nanosecond makes my gut twist and my mouth taste like acid so I try not to think about it. I also fail.”
“Is she…well,” I started carefully and finished with, “promiscuous?”
“I hope not,” he replied immediately, sounding like he very much meant those three words. “That said, she wants to be popular, she wants to be liked, she wants boys to notice her and this Noah kid is a senior and he shares the title of the big man at school with Con. He’s a hotshot basketball player so he doesn’t play football but he goes to the games. With the way she wants all of that shit and the fact she got her hooks in Noah, who she’s had her sights set on since she was a freshman, it means anything can happen.”
I was not surprised that Conner was the high school “big man.” However, it was my experience when I was in school, and my understanding it was still true, that the athletes were the ones who earned that honor.
“Does Conner play sport?” I asked.
“He boxes like his dad,” Jake answered.
“Is he good at it?” I went on.
“In his current league he’s undefeated three years running,” Jake stated without even attempting to hide the pride.
And there was the reason he was the high school “big man.”
I grinned at Jake. “Good for him.”
Jake grinned back but said, “Not good. He works at it. You see those quotes on the walls of the gym?”
“Indeed.” I nodded. “I meant to mention that they were all very inspirational and I thought it was very clever that you had them painted on your walls.”
He was grinning bigger when he replied, “Glad you think so, Slick, but those quotes, Con lives them. He’s hungry for the learning but he’s got the soul of a fighter. I started the junior league for him hopin’ that would be the way. When I started it, he was too young to be in it. He got old enough, he took to it better than I’d hoped. And if he’s not with one of his girls or at work, he’s at the gym.”
I watched with some fascination as his face changed and listened with even more fascination as his voice roughened when he finished.
“Makes what Lydie did for me and my family even better, knowing she made it so I could give my boy a place to train. A place that’s mine to give him. A place that’ll be his one day if he wants it.”
“Yes, Jake,” I said softly, at his words, his look and his tone, again having an overwhelming urge. But this one was to touch him, take his hand or lay mine on his chest or his jaw. It didn’t matter how, I just wanted that connection. Any connection. Or all of them.
I couldn’t have it so I didn’t take it.
But I wanted it.
“Right, so I’ll see you tonight at seven-thirty,” Jake declared. “You wanna hit the gym tomorrow, let me know and I’ll pick you up at seven. Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you and Eath up at five-thirty. And Saturday, the matches are at the arena in Blakeley. Got a lot of matches to get through so they start at nine in the morning with the flyweights. I fight heavyweight, which’ll be one of the last, so my match’ll be around eight at night. You can come and watch as much as you want. I’ll have a ticket waitin’ for you at the office.”
As much as I wanted was not very much. I didn’t even know if I wanted to watch Jake box, I certainly didn’t want to watch anyone else. I knew by then that I’d watch Jake do practically anything, but I wasn’t eager to watch someone hitting him.
But it seemed he wanted me to go.
So I would go.
Thus I again nodded.
“We’ve got a plan,” Jake murmured and got even closer. “And you gotta get to the Weavers.”
I sighed and nodded. My sigh was not only about the fact that Jake was soon to leave, it was also about seeing Eliza Weaver and knowing she would be worse than yesterday, and worse still tomorrow.
Jake read my sigh and I knew this when he said gently, “You can give up any time.”
“I’m there until Mr. Weaver no longer needs me,” I replied.
He held my eyes a moment before his warmed in a way that warmed me all the way through and then it was his turn to nod.
After he did that, he lifted a hand and I braced, waiting for it, delighted he was going to give it to me and he didn’t disappoint.
He cupped my jaw and bent in, brushing his lips against the skin that was mere centimeters away from the corner of my mouth.
He drew back only mere centimeters as well so I could feel his breath on my lips. Thus, my breath stopped altogether.
“See you later, Slick,” he whispered.
“Later, Jake,” I pushed out.
I watched his eyes smile.
Seeing the smile in the stormy gray of his eyes in my dimly lit foyer, my belly dipped.
Then he bent in again and gave me another brush of his lips against the corner of my mouth before he added something new. He moved his hand from my jaw and tugged gently and playfully at my ponytail before he moved away and I watched him walk out my front door.
* * * * *
It was after school and Ethan and I were at Wayfarer’s.
I had picked him up from school, or, more accurately, he’d seen me in my Cayenne and nearly given me a heart attack by dashing across the road with extreme excitement (and not checking the street before he did so), throwing open the passenger door and shouting, “I can’t wait to get a ride in this totally awesome ride!”
He did not delay in achieving his purpose, climbed up and buckled in. I set us on the road while I allowed him time to get his “ride in this totally awesome ride” before I used measured words to explain he should always scan the street before crossing it.
“Whoops,” was his reply.
I decided to take that as him having heard me then I shared our afternoon endeavors were that we were going to make cream puffs from scratch.
To that, a yelled, “Awesome!” was his reply.
And to that, I’d smiled at the windshield.
Ethan chattered to me while we moved through the aisles at Wayfarer’s, picking up what we needed. But when we approached the checkout counter, Conner came in the front doors.
“Con!” Ethan cried and Conner’s head turned our way.
He spied us and moved in our direction while smiling.
“What’s up?” he asked when he arrived.
“Cream puffs, dude,” was Ethan’s answer.
“Awesome, little dude,” was Conner’s response, still smiling at his younger brother.
“Hello, Conner,” I greeted.
“Yo, Josie,” he replied, turning his smile to me. “You doin’ good?”
“I am, indeed,” I answered. “And you?”
“Nothin’ gets me down,” he stated breezily and I couldn’t help but smile at his words and tone. “Love to rap but gotta clock in,” he told us.
“Later, bro,” Ethan said.
“Good-bye, Conner,” I said.
He jerked up his chin, so very much like his father, gave us a low wave (also like his father) and moved away.
“Amber’s a pain in the butt but Con is the bomb,” Ethan told me and I looked down at him.
“Amber is a teenaged girl who’s trying to understand her place in this world and is erroneously assuming that that place is dependent on how many boys find her attractive and how popular she is at school. Your brother has a good deal of confidence due to his good looks and, likely, his prowess in the boxing ring. When Amber finds what she excels at, she’ll cease being a pain in the behind.”
“I hope she finds what she excels at soon,” Ethan muttered.
“I do too,” I murmured back.
“What’s erroneous?” he asked and I grinned down at him.
“Mistaken,” I explained.
“Right.” He grinned up at me then went on, “So what’s prowess?”
“Ability. Skill,” I told him.
“Right,” he repeated, still grinning.
At this point, the cashier told me my total.
I paid for the groceries and Ethan insisted on getting two of the three handled brown paper bags (also, it would appear, like his father). I took the remaining one and we left the store.
Cross Street had been (and still was) rather busy when we arrived at Wayfarer’s and thus we’d needed to park well down from the store. We set off on our journey, carrying our bags, Ethan again chattering.
“They got cream puffs at the bakery but I bet yours will be better,” he noted.
“As Americans often put sweetened whipped cream or vanilla pudding between the choux pastry, and we’ll be making crème patisserie, this is indeed a fact.”
“What’s crème patisserie?” Ethan asked.
“Proof there is a God,” I answered.
He burst out laughing and I liked the sound so much, not to mention liking that it was me who gave it to him, I smiled down at him just as I heard, “Yo! Josephine!”
I stopped and saw that we were standing in front of one of the two large opened bays of the Firehouse. I peered into the shadows beyond the shiny red fire truck and out came Mickey from the gym.
And I saw that this time, Mickey from the gym was not in workout clothes, which suited him greatly, but instead in dark blue trousers and a lighter blue t-shirt with an insignia over his heart. As these were the apparel of a firefighter not actually fighting a fire, but still being a firefighter, they suited him even better.
“Mickey!” Ethan exclaimed, clearly knowing the man.
“Yo, Eath,” Mickey replied on a grin at Ethan and his grin, like it had been that morning, was also quite nice.
“You know Josie?” Ethan asked and Mickey moved his grin to me.
“We met at the gym this morning,” Mickey explained.
I felt Ethan’s eyes and looked down at him just as he was inquiring, “You were at the gym this morning?”
“Your dad and I worked out together,” I shared and Ethan smiled big.
“Cool,” he said in approval.
“Wanna check out the firehouse, little man?” Mickey surprisingly asked at this juncture and my eyes shot to him.
“Seriously?” Ethan breathed.
Before I could get a word in, Mickey gave him a head jerk toward the firehouse and replied, “Absolutely. I’ll look after your bags. You go in.”
Without delay, Ethan dropped his grocery bags by Mickey’s feet and raced into the firehouse.
He did this so quickly, I lost sight of him immediately.
I looked to Mickey. “Um…Mickey, Ethan’s my charge and I’m uncomfortable with him being out of sight.”
To that, Mickey twisted his torso and bellowed, “Yo! Jimbo! My boy Eath is in there. Keep an eye on him, will you?”
And then I heard shouted back, “Got it!”
Mickey turned back to me and opened his mouth to speak but I spoke before he could say a word.
“I appreciate Jimbo’s assistance but as I don’t know Jimbo, I still would prefer it if I was aware of Ethan’s activities and by that I mean that I could actually see him.”
Mickey’s (not unattractive, to say the least) lips were spread in a wide smile by the time I was finished speaking and when I was done, he assured me, “Ethan’ll be good.”
“But—”
“Listen,” he interrupted me. “You got plans tomorrow night?”
I closed my mouth.
Oh my.
Was yet another man in Magdalene going to ask me out?
I’d been there but a week and a half, having attended Gran’s funeral on a Monday, and if Mickey was indeed asking me out, that made him the second man to do so in that short period of time.
It was not lost on me that I was attractive. I was no beauty, I’d spent my life around raving beauties so I knew beauty and I did not have that. But that didn’t mean I was unattractive. I also received my fair share of attention and partook of that attention when the spirit moved me.
But this was ridiculous.
And what made it worse was the fact that the one man I wanted to give me more than a fair share of attention was, indeed, giving me more than my fair share, just not the way I would wish.
“I—” I started.
He interrupted again before I could reply. “’Cause I’d like to take you to Breeze Point for dinner.”
Yes, he was asking me out.
And doing it to take me to Breeze Point, which said a good deal about how he wished this date to go.
And this felt nice.
Even so.
“I’m sorry, Mickey,” I said quietly. “Jake and I have plans tomorrow night.”
Mickey’s face went strange and for some reason he looked over his shoulder into the firehouse before he turned back to me and inquired, “You and Jake an item?”
Even though I knew what an item meant, the question threw me mostly because the idea of me and Jake being one was both infinitely desired and completely impossible, thus I asked stupidly, “An item?”
“You seein’ him, darlin’,” he explained.
Oh, how I wished.
“No, we’re just friends,” I shared, successfully keeping the note of disappointment out of my voice.
His face cleared and he gave me another smile. “Then are your plans with him solid on Friday?”
Any plan that included Jake was solid.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Right. Then I’m boxin’ on Saturday. How ‘bout we do dinner Sunday night?”
I opened my mouth to decline then I closed it.
Quickly studying him so I didn’t delay in giving him an answer, I noted yet again he was very attractive. He was taller than me and I was, as usual, in heels. He had a very nice body. And he was not in the least like Boston Stone. Mickey’s smiles were frequent and genuine. His manner easygoing. He had confidence, not arrogance. Further, he had an obvious rapport with Ethan.
And last, he liked me and he did it in a way that felt nice.
“I’d enjoy that, Mickey,” I accepted.
“Excellent,” he said softly and I gave him a small smile. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and, still using his soft voice, requested, “What’s your number, honey?”
Another man who called me honey.
And another time I liked it.
I gave my number to him while he programmed it into his phone.
“I’ll call you later,” he told me, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “When’re you done lookin’ after Ethan?”
“Jake’s collecting him at seven thirty.”
“I’ll call you after that.”
“I’ll look forward to that,” I replied, and I found that I meant it.
He smiled at me again.
I smiled back.
Yes, he was very easy to look at and his smiles were genuine and I liked all that.
Alas, I had cream puffs to make
“I better go,” I said, sounding disappointed because I actually was. “Ethan and I are making cream puffs.”
When I uttered the words “cream puffs,” something else changed on his face and this was not difficult to read.
It also changed the way my legs were able to support me and that was to say, it made them feel shaky mostly because they were trembling in a way that felt too lovely when I was standing on a street in front of a firehouse.
“Save one for me,” he requested, his voice having lowered, and at his tone and the vision of him biting into a cream puff that suddenly filled my head, I forced myself not only to remain standing but also nod.
Then he turned and bellowed, “Eath! You got cream puffs to make!”
Seconds later, Ethan sprinted out of the firehouse. A second after that, Mickey approached me and took the bag from my hand, moved to Ethan’s bags, took one of his and he walked us to my Cayenne.
“Sweet ride, babe,” he stated after he’d stowed the groceries in the back.
“Thanks,” I replied, idiotically feeling pleased he liked it.
Ethan climbed in the front and Mickey walked me to my door, opening it for me and saying before he closed it, “See you Saturday night…and Sunday.”
“Yes, see you then,” I returned.
He gave me another smile and closed the door.
I found my breathing mildly affected as I turned on the car, pulled out of the spot and headed the Cayenne toward home.
“You goin’ to Dad and Mickey’s fights Saturday, Josie?” Ethan asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Awesome,” he decreed. “I usually go but Combat Raptor comes out tomorrow and I’m goin’ over to Josh’s on Saturday, we’re goin’ to the movie then I’m sleepin’ over and I can’t…freaking…wait.”
“Combat Raptor?” I queried.
“Yeah. The…coolest…movie of all time,” he declared.
“And you can make that assessment prior to viewing it?”
“Uh…Josie…it’s Combat Raptor,” he stressed the title to the movie in a way which couldn’t be mistaken. However, I still didn’t understand but I was also not an eight-year-old boy.
“It’s good you have such exciting plans for the weekend,” I told him.
“Yeah. It is. Totally. Josh and me have been waitin’ for this movie for-eh-ver.”
“And now it’s finally here,” I noted.
“Yep,” he agreed.
“Will Amber or Conner be going to your dad’s fight?” I asked.
“Amber, no way. She’s not grounded anymore so she’ll totally be on a date if Noah asks her out or she’ll be doin’ stuff with her friends as well as sulking if he doesn’t. Conner normally always goes but he’s scrapin’ off all his girlfriends so he’ll probably be breaking some chick’s heart Saturday night.”
I looked to Ethan in surprise then back to the road. “Conner’s breaking up with his girlfriends?”
“All but one,” he answered. “Dad laid down the law. Said he’d had his fun and it was time to pick one. I heard Con talkin’ to his bud on the phone. He hasn’t picked one but he already got rid of Shantay. Three more to go then we’ll know who made the cut.”
I heard his words and they weren’t great words as pertains to discussing the hearts of young women but I couldn’t get into that because Ethan said that Jake had “laid down the law.”
“Do you know when your father discussed this with Conner?” I asked quietly.
“No clue. But Shantay bit it over the phone on Sunday.”
And Jake and I had discussed Conner and his girlfriends Saturday night. Which meant Jake had discussed Conner and his girlfriends with Conner very quickly afterward.
I felt something strange, strange and miraculous and beautiful and strong budding inside me. Something I liked in a way I knew I could love. Not even love but adore. Worship.
Need.
“Anyway,” Ethan continued, breaking into my thoughts and, perhaps fortunately, taking my focus off that feeling, “I hope he picks Ellie. She’s not only the prettiest one, she’s the sweetest. She’s all shy and stuff and she never acts like she doesn’t want me around when she’s over like the other ones do. And it’s cool how she’s so pretty and so shy at the same time. No one that pretty should be shy but she is. I like her best.”
Just from his description, I liked her too.
“Well,” I started as I turned off Cross Road to take us toward the cliffs and Lavender House, “I just hope Conner chooses well and is sensitive as he goes about ending things with the others.”
“Conner is totally into his babes. He’ll be cool with them,” Ethan assured me.
That was a relief.
“Good,” I said softly.
“I hope you have a killer after school snack because I’m freaking starved,” Ethan proclaimed and I smiled.
He was frequently starved.
And I had a variety of killer after school snacks.
I also liked having a full refrigerator because I often had company over and people dining at one of my two tables.
In fact, I liked simply having a refrigerator.
And tables.
I further liked knowing that Ethan would be sharing Lavender House with me that afternoon and evening, and the next, like he did with Gran.
And last, I was looking forward to introducing him to crème patisserie.
He was going to love it.
And I was going to love giving it to him.
“Whatever I have is yours,” I told him.
“Awesome,” he replied.
I smiled and turned into the lane that led us to Lavender House thinking he was right.
Giving whatever I had to Ethan was, indeed, awesome.
* * * * *
“No shit? You know Dee-Amond?” Mickey asked in my ear.
I grinned to the window of the light room where I was reclining on the window seat, drinking tea and chatting to Mickey who’d called five minutes after Jake had come to collect Ethan.
Jake had done this in his normal friendly, lovely Jake way, including partaking of a cream puff and after doing so, reacting to his enjoyment of it by catching me in his arms and giving me a tight hug while declaring I was the best cook he knew and not even my Gran had given him better.
I liked this in a way where I wished I could keep him thinking this way by cooking for him every night. After thinking that, I’d instantly buried the distress I felt that I knew I never would.
They’d left with some swiftness due to the fact that Conner was at work and Amber was supposed to be home shortly after “hanging with her buds” after school and Jake wanted to make sure she got home when she was due and also got her schoolwork done.
He was a very good father.
Actually, he was simply a very good everything.
“Yes, I know Amond,” I told Mickey. “I’ve known him for years.”
“Guy’s a genius,” Mickey told me.
I was fond of hip-hop, I felt it was an underappreciated form of expression, and thus I agreed.
“He is, indeed.”
This was met with silence then I received a soft, “Dig the way you talk, darlin’.”
How lovely.
“I’m glad,” I replied just as softly.
We’d been talking for nearly an hour. The conversation was interesting and easy. It was also entirely led by Mickey who made it this way.
And this made me look forward to our dinner Sunday night even more.
During our conversation, he’d learned a good deal about me, not just that I knew Amond.
I had learned he was divorced and had two children who he shared custody with his ex-wife. He was a volunteer firefighter, his day job was construction and roofing and he’d been boxing on and off since he was twenty, which meant he’d been doing it some time since now he was forty-seven.
Taller than me. Very good-looking. Older than me. And easy to talk to.
Definitely lovely.
“Sucks ‘cause it was cool talkin’ with you,” he started. “But I gotta be at the gym early and then I gotta be on the job so I gotta get goin’.”
This did “suck.”
Even so, I said, “All right, Mickey.”
“See you ringside Saturday.”
Oh dear.
Ringside?
That was close. I didn’t know if I wanted to be that close to a fight.
I didn’t share this with Mickey.
I said, “Yes. See you Saturday.”
“Lookin’ forward to it.”
“Me as well.”
There was humor in his tone when he said, “Later, babe.”
“Later, Mickey.”
I rang off, tossed my phone to the seat, took a sip of tea and stared at the inky night lit with bright moonlight on the sea and twinkling stars in the sky.
I did this thinking that I’d made the right decision to take a break and spend time in Magdalene, being where I felt safest, at Lavender House, getting to know Jake and his family, now meeting Mickey. I didn’t remember when I’d last stayed in one place as long as this without being constantly busy with work and dinners and parties and phone calls and emails and keeping schedules and making arrangements and running errands.
And I sat there hoping that Henry would agree to let me run his life from the computer that was now connected to the internet that was but feet away from me at Gran’s desk.
But I worried he wouldn’t. Although quite a bit of what I had to do was over the phone and on the computer, there was much of it that required me to be at Henry’s side.
I just found that for the first time since I started with Henry, I had little desire to be the very many theres that was working for Henry.
I’d had a beautiful life, seen many amazing things, been many wonderful places, met many vibrant and interesting people.
And I didn’t want that to end, not forever.
That said, this felt good, sipping tea and chatting on the phone with a handsome man who wanted to take me to dinner. Knowing the next day meant more time with Ethan and also more time with Jake. Knowing my life was full and I was busy but there was a steadiness to it that I’d never had but enjoyed greatly.
On this thought, my phone rang.
I looked down, saw the display and what was on it made me snatch it right up, take the call and put it to my ear.
“Hello, Jake,” I greeted.
“Slick,” he replied. “Forgot to ask before I left, am I pickin’ you up for a workout tomorrow?”
There was a nagging ache all throughout my body that was not terrible but it didn’t feel brilliant either.
Even so, I queried in return, “Does Amber have another outfit I can borrow?”
And there was humor in Jake’s tone when he answered, “She has about seven of ‘em.”
“Then the answer is yes. But I’ll meet you at the gym and use your locker room to change there,” I told him.
“Can’t make you an energy shake before we go, you meet me at the gym,” was his reply.
This didn’t sound appealing.
“Uh…” I mumbled.
“Be there at six thirty. Be up. I’ll bring your gear.”
Six thirty?
Earlier, he’d said seven.
And seven was already an hour (or two) too early.
“Uh…” I repeated.
“You’re in charge of coffee.”
“Um…Jake—” I started.
“Shit,” he muttered in a distracted way before I could say more. “Con just walked in. The look on his face, he’s got somethin’ on his mind. Gotta go.”
I had a feeling this had to do with Conner perhaps making another “cut” of one of his “babes.” And if he was sensitive to them and cared about them, regardless of how many there were, this would be unpleasant.
He’d need his dad.
And Jake, being Jake, would be there for him.
My heart swelled, my belly dipped and my head revolted.
It was my head that knew how to react but this had happened with Henry too. When the pain of not having what I so very much wanted escalated before I settled into the knowledge that what I had was better than not having anything at all.
“All right, Jake. See you tomorrow,” I said.
“Yeah, baby. See you,” he replied softly. “Sleep tight.”
“You too.”
“Later.”
“Later, Jake.”
He rang off.
I stared at my phone.
Then I sighed, tossed my phone to the seat, took another sip of my tea and turned my eyes to the sea.
I had a luxurious vehicle. I had a beautiful home with a beautiful view that held beautiful memories. I was becoming part of a beautiful family. I was building a friendship with a beautiful man. And I could take solace in the knowledge that my beautiful grandmother had given all of this to me because she loved me very, very deeply. It was mine. And it was far more than I’d ever had in my life.
Thus, I told myself, I had nothing to complain about and much to relish.
And taking another sip of tea, I decided to do that.
I also decided that after school activities with Ethan tomorrow would include going to the mall in order that I could buy my own workout clothes.
And maybe we could take Amber with us so I could purchase her makeup for her.
I grinned at the thought, for Ethan may not like a trip to the mall, but Amber would love it.
Yes, much to relish.
Starting the next morning with being in charge of coffee.