How to Get a Good Man

Leila

I hung the picture I had picked up at the store the day before and took a step back to make sure it was even. I felt like I was constantly changing the house. It was never quite good enough. I’d get it all put together and then I was ready for a change. Truthfully, I felt a little unsettled, like I was still looking for the right fit.

I hadn’t found it yet.

I heard a knock on the door and assumed it would be Kami. I didn’t have a lot of company just dropping by for a visit on a Sunday afternoon.

She took one look at the hammer in my hand and shook her head. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“Just a new picture,” I assured her.

“Mom’s cooking a big dinner tonight and asked me to invite you,” she said, flopping into one of my chairs.

“Hell yeah. I could use some good home cooking.”

“She’s always cooking, and her door is always open, you know that,” she said.

I sighed. “I know, but I don’t want to appear like a stray dog, scratching on the door for some scraps.”

She laughed. “My mom would happi