“You didn’t think I was taking you shopping and not dragging you out, did you? It’s a Thursday. Come on, babe. We have permission from the big man, so let’s go.”
“Did you just call my boyfriend ‘the big man’?”
“Repeating what he said.” She threw the dress at me and dangled the heels from her fingers.
We were having words about that. In no place, ever, should George refer to himself as ‘the big man.’ Joking or serious. Just, no.
I stood with a sigh and took the dress into Brenda’s room. Honestly, all I wanted to do was curl up in front of the TV, cry a little over some goofy movie, and gorge myself on popcorn and chips and candy. It didn’t escape my attention that the last two times I’
