November 2088. Jordan Graham is 28, Maria Boone is 26, Johanna is 4, Felix and Milo are 9, Lou Corelli is 29, Dom is 58, Judith is 54.
previously: a freeloading loser // that money is not for spending on your boyfriend // this beach is for dancing
Go ahead and live this fairytale for just a little bit longer.
You could almost fool yourself that it could last forever, like you can just forget that fairytales aren’t real.
Go ahead and live this fairytale for just a little bit longer.
You could almost fool yourself that it could last forever, like you can just forget that fairytales aren’t real.
———
They traveled for three weeks. It was a magical time, but Jordan’s bank account wasted away every time they moved this old, massive camper. He hadn’t been picking up work because he wanted to spend every minute with his girls. He had so much to show them and they were having so much fun.
But it finally came to a decision point: either go grocery shopping or else fill up the gas tank to move the camper again, and he knew it was time to settle in and pick up some work. Settle in, not settle down. Sometimes you had to stop and take care of business, get serious for just a little while. Not forever.
Sierra Nova was where his climb classes were. It was a sizable town with plenty of access to freelance gigs and plenty for the girls to do while he worked. There was also this dusty old campground that he’d stayed at before and knew well enough.
“I never thought I’d be so excited to do laundry!” Maria said.
They had water and electric hookups, and a bathhouse with hot showers and coin laundry. He wasn’t going to leave them boondocking in the wilderness while he worked all day. Roughing it was a romantic fantasy, and they had some fun. But Johanna needed a fridge that kept milk cold, and playgrounds to meet other kids on, and Maria wished for Wi-Fi for her laptop to catch up with some favorite shows, and the longer nights meant less solar power, so plugging in was more of a necessity.
And to be quite honest, these girls would always get everything they ever asked for from him.
But he had to catch up with his boys, too. They had an unspoken promise to call most nights after school, but as they traveled, some locations didn’t have a good enough signal. He had to admit that many days were missed.
The guilt started to claw at him, all these moments where this long-distance parenting thing was proving not to work. Not really. Not as well as they deserved. A school play he couldn’t go to—Felix had a speaking part, and the Colette refused to film it for him. “Be here if you want to see it,” she snarked. There were handy projects around the house that would have been his job to fix. School projects that could have used his practical insights, science experiments that were too difficult to explain over a video when he could have just shown them with his hands.
“Why is there smoke? Where’s your mom?”
“She’s in the hot tub,” Milo said. “She needed self-care.”
“I can’t see what you’re doing. Can you move the phone? No, not that way, the other way. No… it was better before.”
“It’s sparking,” Milo said.
“It’s not supposed to be sparking, moron,” Felix jabbed.
“No name-calling,” Jordan said. “But it’s probably not supposed to be sparking. Hold it like this.”
He motioned with his hands. They weren’t looking at the screen.
“Like what?”
“I can’t see,” Jordan said. “Is it still sparking?”
“No, now it smells like burning plastic, but it’s not sparking anymore.”
“When is this due?”
“Tomorrow,” they said in unison.
He was supposed to be having the time of his life, but week after week, he found that December couldn’t come fast enough.
He’d make it up to them. How? Well, he didn’t know exactly how. He was sorry, always sorry. There was so much to be sorry for. It wasn’t exciting, and it wasn’t what they want to hear, but the best he could probably do was to pick up more jobs and save up for a lawyer, since Colette was making sure it came to that. And pick an apartment somewhere, so he could get his share of custody.
He didn’t want an apartment, but the courts wanted a permanent address. It all felt too soon to commit to a location just yet. He wanted to show Maria more places. He wanted her to see it all before they decided where they would build their little nest. Some things Colette got to decide, but she didn’t get to decide everything.
But, in the end, Colette decided the timeline and that decided it all. Nothing happened at the pace he wished it would.
———
She made this camper so cozy. Who would have thought you could bake bread from scratch in a Dutch oven over the campfire? She served blackberry preserves on toast, planted herbs in tiny pots on the counter, then she filled the produce baskets with actual fresh produce. “That’s what they’re there for, silly,” she said. She watched camper hack videos on YouTube—a cutting board over the sink for more counter space. How clever. She noted the dimensions, and he cut it to size for her. She bought string lights to hang under the awning, a decorative citronella candle for the picnic table.
“You shouldn’t buy so much,” he said. “You don’t need to. If you wait, I’ll buy it for you.”
But he couldn’t, not really, not while also fixing the solar panel and manifesting walls out of scraps and sending back money for his boys. She shouldn’t have to wait for her home to feel homey. He wanted her to feel at home here, so he kept quiet and tried not to notice if she went to Target again for throw blankets or rugs, or towel racks and pot holders. He would just unbox the hardware and install it for her.
It was a silly idea anyway that if they lived simply enough, frugally enough, he might provide everything they needed and wanted, and maybe he could imagine himself the exact opposite of the freeloading loser Colette always said he was.
But Jordan did pick up some work. Very good work, actually. He snagged a small contract with a local university, upgrading their dorm plumbing, and that would keep him occupied for a couple of weeks. It was a nice chunk of change, though of course, Colette would want some of it.
Still, he would have enough money to finish the last of the major repairs. Finally. The only thing left was to replace the solar battery converter, ironically, now that they were plugged into the power grid.
The nights were longer now, but still cozy enough in the lower altitudes of Nevada to spend the evenings outside. They had dinner by the sunset’s last light, then they settled in beside the campfire.
“You don’t have to spend all your money on that battery thing,” she said. “I can pay for some of it.”
“No, you don’t have to. I’ll just pick up a couple more jobs.”
He was weird about taking her money, and she wondered why?
“Okay, I need you to talk to me,” she said, hushed, after taking note that Johanna wasn’t paying any attention to them.
He looked startled, like he was in trouble. She smiled. “No, it’s not like that, don’t worry,” she said. “But, there’s something I’ve been wondering about… why don’t you want me to pay for anything?”
His eyebrows raised, lips pinched.
She stroked his fingers while he refrained from answering her question. “You’re my best friend, you know?”
“You’re mine, too,” he said.
“And best friends tell each other things.”
“I’m… embarrassed of it.”
“You don’t need to be.”
“Okay…” An audible swallow, a slight squirm, a deep breath. “I was younger, twenty-two, after my dad died. I was in a lot of trouble with the foreclosure and some credit debts. So when Colette and I got friendly again, I let her help me out with it. But it didn’t stop there. It was like I would never live that down for the rest of my life, like even after I paid her back, no matter how much money, no matter how much effort, no matter that I stayed home with the boys for two whole years while she finished school, I could never pay her back enough to be even. I still can’t.”
“First, that’s really cruel,” Maria said. “Second, I wouldn’t do that to you. Third, it’s only $800, we can go halves.”
“Yeah, it’s only $800, then I can earn that much in three jobs. Will you let me?”
Every time she felt she might have found an opening to confess her terrible secret wealth, the moment proved to be exactly wrong. “Yeah, of course. But next time, I’ll help. Deal?”
“Sure. But you need to let me make it up to you for all those cozy pillows you bought,” he said, smirking now. She was glad to see that startled panic gone.
“Those pillows were nothing,” she said. “I got them in the clearance section.”
She didn’t know how to tell him that the battery converter would make barely a dent in her savings, and she also wasn’t convinced he would see that as a good thing. It seemed important that he paid for this himself. So she would let him. This time.
———
So, as it turned out, Maria had made herself a haphazard stay-at-home mom. That wasn’t something she had ever aspired to. Taking care of children was honorable work, no doubt, but she never imagined it could be her full-time reality. To suit their travels, they couldn’t put Johanna in preschool, and it wouldn’t make sense for Maria to apply for steady work anywhere, either.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jordan said, “You just focus on JoJo.”
So, homeschooling then? Maria launched into this lifestyle with wild abandon, like she’d launched into everything else she’d ever done in her life. Whee! Here we go!
Maybe she saw now why her parents questioned all of her decision-making.
Homeschooling a preschooler was easy enough, but next year, when Johanna was old enough for kindergarten, there would be regulations, paperwork, and exams. Perhaps she should read some books about it. For now, it seemed good enough to make sure she could ride a bike.
Jordan left for the university each morning to plumb toilets that had no doubt seen some terrifying things, and Maria and Johanna had these days to themselves. They loaded up their packs with snacks and water bottles and rode into town. Sierra Nova wasn’t a sprawling metropolis, but there was enough to do here. Museums and libraries, to start. There was the beach, the farmer’s market, parks and playgrounds. When Jordan’s contract was complete, he also wanted to take them to the adventure park.
Today, they found an arts fair at the community center. Creative at heart, Maria swooned over all the artists selling their crafts and artwork. She daydreamed about whether this was also something she could do with herself someday. Someday when JoJo didn’t require so much of her attention, which was actually most hours of the day, so maybe it wasn’t something she could do with herself. But it was fun enough to dream about.
At the back of the room, Maria found a stand peddling musical instruments. She could never resist a finely crafted instrument, and she could play a note or two on most anything after years of musical education. She strummed a couple guitars. She picked up a flute and turned it in her hands. Violin was the instrument she’d trained on for most of her life, but she also had a great love for the cello. It had been so long since she held one.
“Oh, JoJo, look at this one!”
“Wow,” Johanna said, “It’s so big!”
Somewhere in Wisconsin, Lou was sobbing over the missed opportunity to say, “Your mama loves having a big instrument between her legs.”
Oh, Maria missed her sister dearly.
She would channel that longing into a deep and mournful song, drawing the bow slowly, feeling the sound deep in her chest. Johanna only stood in awe for about three seconds before she went to the sales table to find an instrument of her own to play. With her eyes gleaming and hands rabid, the attendant quickly handed her a simple tambourine instead of the beautifully crafted wooden flute.
A wise choice, Maria thought.
The two of them made a ragtag little duet. Maria tried to get her wild child to follow the steady pace of her tapping foot. Johanna had little rhythm, but she was adorable, swirling and dancing and chiming the tambourine above her head.
And then the funniest thing happened—someone tossed a ten-dollar bill at their feet.
Oh, god, he probably thought she was begging. A homeless single mother, down on her luck, using her adorable child for pity tips.
“Wait, no,” Maria called out, but the man didn’t hear her and carried on. She felt bad for taking the money under that assumption, but at the same time, she was technically unemployed. And sort of homeless? Maybe his assessment wasn’t too far off the truth.
Maria nodded and JoJo picked up the money.
“Not bad at all,” the seller said as Maria returned the cello to its stand and the crowds dispersed. “You sure you don’t want to buy it?”
“Thank you, but I don’t think we have the room for something like that. We’ll take the tambourine, though.”
Well, Jordan said they didn’t need any more pillows in the camper, but he never said anything about musical instruments.
———
After the arts fair, Maria took JoJo out for tacos at the TexMex place that Jordan took her to the first night she was here. Then they parked their bikes on the boardwalk and took off running over the sand. When they reached the shoreline, Maria sighed dreamily and said, “I love this beach.”
“Are we gonna swim here?”
“No, not here,” Maria said. “This beach isn’t for swimming.”
JoJo scrunched up her face in confusion. “Then it’s not a very good beach.”
“It is, though. It’s the best beach. It’s good for dancing.”
“Dancing???”
“See?”
JoJo giggled at her mother for barely more than three seconds before she joined in the dancing. The more ridiculous, the better.
Homeschool 101: first, learn to ride a bike.
Homeschool 102: second, learn to live a little.
I like that curriculum, Maria thought. I like it just fine.
———
The work was grueling and gross. These university kids were foul, shameless, and awkward, and he would spare Maria the gritty details. But he felt accomplished, anyway, and a couple thousand dollars richer. The job was done, not just for the day, but for the week. Happy Friday. He finished the day and showered thoroughly. Maria told him to come meet them in town when he finished.
It took him a moment to find them at the center of a small gathering, playing music for a pleased little crowd. Maria played her violin while Johanna danced with a tambourine in her hand. Johanna clashed with the tune, spinning and chiming off-beat, but she was adorable enough to make up for the discord.
He held back and watched from a bench, not wanting to distract her or interrupt. He couldn’t name the song and he didn’t have a musical bone in his body, but it was upbeat and he knew it was impressively played. He couldn’t believe he’d known her for so long and never heard her play until now.
Then his phone rang. It was Colette, so he didn’t answer it.
The boys were fine, he heard from them just an hour ago, so she could leave her complaints in a voice mail. And she would. He waited for it.
Unfortunately, he had to listen to the voicemails for fear that one day it might be something serious.
I had to miss a client meeting for a parent-teacher conference. I had to take them to the dentist, to the doctor, to tai kwon do. How am I supposed to do my job? Because I’m sure you like to think money doesn’t matter, but it does. And you’re where? Utah last week, Arizona this week. Nevada? California? I don’t even know! The phone calls aren’t enough. The child support isn’t enough. They need their dad here. Why do you get to ditch all of your responsibilities and wander around in your wreck of a camper, because what, you hate capitalism or some bullshit? Newsflash, you can’t escape capitalism. You can try, but the rest of us still have to live in it. You’re a selfish sack of shit! You’re a pathetic wreck of a man and my boys deserve so much better!
That woman sure knew how to put a black cloud over his day.
Maria finished her song. It seemed he missed the end of it. She bowed to her enthusiastic crowd, Johanna included. Johanna picked a flower from a roadside planter and presented it to her mother, which made the small crowd coo with awws.
Then she saw him and bounded over to where he stood, throwing her arms around him. He gladly lifted her up off the ground. She was a force of pure happiness strong enough to dispel even the blackest of clouds.
“Wow,” he said. “That was incredible.”
“It’s so funny. I wasn’t even asking for money, but they threw it in my violin case, anyway. I made fifty-five dollars.”
“You know, I think that’s the first time I ever heard you play.”
“Oh, how is that true? But I guess it is. It’s been a while.” Her smile grew timid, but that didn’t diminish its shine. He guessed she must have some experience with performing, even if it was a long time ago. The attention suited her.
“So I’m gonna buy us dinner,” she said. “And you’re going to let me.”
“I can live with that,” he said.
This will transform her. It might take some time, but it will happen. These little flashes of courage, the bursts of inspiration, a walk alone in the forest at sunrise, dipping her bare toes in a river, riding a horse even though she didn’t enjoy it, a tiny concert played for strangers.
She was like a flower once confined to a window sill, finally let out into the wild bright sun. Who ever put her on a windowsill? She didn’t belong there. So he took her outside and the sun shone bright on her face and she bloomed. Oh, how she bloomed.
Jordan felt overwhelming pride to witness it, but also dread. To be a part of it, for as long as she wanted him, before she would soon grow bigger than any need she ever had for him.
Then why would she still want you, you pathetic wreck of a man?
———
Lou: Mom and Dad are here on a Sunday night asking about you and why does this feel like an intervention? Call me back!
Lou: !!!
Lou put her phone away, since Maria wasn’t returning her texts. She made her parents some tea. Her father drank Earl Grey and her mother required calming chamomile or else she’d get even more highly strung than she already was. Lou set two cups on the table and prepared for a lecture.
“She’s been on ‘vacation’ for four weeks,” Dom said. “Do you want to tell us what’s going on with your sister?”
“She’s with a boyfriend?” Judith asked. “When did she get a boyfriend? How did she ever find a boyfriend out west? I didn’t know she had a boyfriend—did you know she had a boyfriend, Dom? Did she meet him on Facebook? Does she know about catfishers?”
“She met him here,” Lou said. “He lived here. And then he kind of… moved?”
“For a job?” Dom asked.
“No, not for a job. He quit his job.”
“He doesn’t have a job?”
“I don’t actually know if he has a job. Um, they’re traveling? In a camper.”
“They’re living in a camper?” Judith scowled. “Like, in a trailer park?”
“No, Mom, like a camping camper.”
“In a campground?”
“Um, well, for a while, no. I don’t know where they are now. Sometimes?”
“Do they park in Walmart parking lots? Like those vagrants in California?”
Then Dom had a lot to say about a documentary film he watched about the housing crisis in California and the homeless camper cities. “It’s an epidemic,” he said. “It’s all those progressive policies, and the tech industry with all those billionaires, and what ever happened to sensible economics in this country. I tell you, when I was young…”
“Okay, Dad… sure, Dad…”
“But why would she want to be homeless?” Judith asked. “She had a perfectly adorable little townhouse here.”
“I don’t think she wants to be homeless.” He does, Lou didn’t say, and Jordan owed her one for that. “She just wants to be with him?”
“Have you met him?”
“Kind of,” Lou said, “But only on video call.”
“You haven’t even met him!? Is he a vagrant? Oh, dear God, she’s been seduced by a vagrant. Does he do drugs? Is she doing drugs? It might be heroin. Is this about drugs?”
Dom added, “You know, once people get started on that heroin, there’s really no coming back from it.”
“It’s not drugs,” Lou said. “I mean, but, she’s making wine, I guess.”
Judith’s face went literally gray. “She’s become an alcoholic?”
“Not yet,” Lou said, and her mom started to cry.
“Oh, hell,” Lou mumbled and went to the hallway to call her sister.
Meanwhile in Sierra Nova, Nevada (not California) it was a warm autumn afternoon with two hours more daylight left than back in Wisconsin.
Jordan coached Johanna on her bike, back and forth across the blacktop drive of their nicely maintained campground. “Ooh, to the left, to the left!”
Crash!
“Ouch!” JoJo cried out. “The bike got hurt, I didn’t get hurt.”
“Alright, just shake it off. Try again!”
“Eh, hey. How are things? How’s the nomad life? Do you regret it yet?”
“No, why would I?” Maria grinned with pride. “Ooh, hey, I made fifty-five dollars in tips playing my violin the other day. I wasn’t even asking for money.”
“Did you take it to the candy store and spend it all on lollipops?”
“Ha ha.”
“So you’re begging? Whew, Mom will love to hear that.”
“It’s not begging! It’s busking! It’s totally different.”
“So, I’ve been trying to reach you. Mom and Dad are here.”
“So I guess you told them?”
“It’s been four weeks, how long did you think I could keep it? Mom’s crying. They don’t get it. I tried to explain it, but… I guess I don’t get it enough to explain it.”
“Oh, God, Lou! What did you say?”
“I don’t know, it’s probably more what I didn’t say. I didn’t know what to say. But don’t worry, I didn’t tell them about your tearful era and all that drama, so they don’t have a terrible first impression of him, yet. Or maybe they do. They’re a little concerned he might be an unemployed drug addict. Or that you are.”
“Thanks, Lou.”
“But she’s pretty worked up. You better talk to her.”
“Okay, tell her to give me a minute.” Maria took a deep breath and prepared to call her mother back.
“Hi, Mom. Dad’s there, too? Hi, Dad. No we’re not doing drugs. No, we’re not homeless. Yes, we have electricity.” Maria didn’t say, Now, we do. “Actually, here, have a look for yourself.”
Maria turned her video on and pointed the camera around the rooms, small but tidy, clean, warm, and dry.
“And here’s where JoJo sleeps. He built these bunks from scratch.”
“It’s so small! Don’t you feel like it’s small? Dom, do you think that looks small?”
“We spend a lot of time outside, too,” Maria said.
“Outside? Do you like being outside? You were never a very outdoorsy girl. Where is that? Are you in California?”
“Nevada, actually, but near California. It’s near Lake Tahoe. You know it. It’s very popular.”
“But that’s okay, you haven’t given up your lease yet. You’re not doing this permanently…”
“Well…”
“Isn’t she missing a ton of school?”
“Well… actually, we’re homeschooling her.”
“You pulled her out of preschool?”
“She’ll still learn things. And anyway, it’s just preschool this year.”
“Early childhood education is so important,” her father lectured. He was a teacher, of course. “She’s going to be so far behind her peers before she even gets started.”
“Well, she’s my daughter and that’s my decision. And I’m pretty sure we can manage to teach her ABCs.”
“How do you have a new boyfriend whom you’re already living with that we haven’t even met? How did you move your daughter in with him so fast? That’s reckless, Maria! That’s terribly fast.”
“It’s complicated,” Maria said. “Wait, actually, here they are.”
Maria grimaced and waved Jordan over to the phone and mouthed, I’m so sorry.
“Jordan,” her father said, “I wish we could say we’ve heard so much about you.”
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Corelli. Nice to meet you. No, I don’t do any drugs. I don’t smoke. I’m an independent contractor. I came to Nevada to train in rock climbing.”
“Like Mount Everest?”
“Oh no, not that big. It’s a much smaller mountain.”
“Did you know how many people die trying to climb that mountain?” Dom asked. “Almost all of them. Bodies buried in the snow. It’s a fool’s game, if you ask me. People with a death wish.”
It wasn’t true that most climbers died on Everest, but Jordan wasn’t going to correct her father the first time they’d ever spoken.
“Like skydiving,” Dom was still going on… “What kind of idiot jumps out of a perfectly good airplane? Do you skydive, Jordan?”
(Meanwhile, Lou was thinking she probably shouldn’t be eavesdropping and should go start a load of laundry or something. But also, this was her house. So she stayed.)
“No, sir, that’s not for me,” Jordan said.
Judith, still thinking about the dead climbers on Everest, or possibly the dead skydivers, cried out, “Oh, God, she’s going to be a widow again.”
“That’s not how it works, Mom. We didn’t…” Maria stopped, thinking she wouldn’t technically be a widow again if they weren’t married yet, but that didn’t really matter, did it? “Never mind.”
“I don’t have any intentions of skydiving,” Jordan said again.
“Did she tell you about Joseph?” Judith asked.
“Uh, yes, ma’am, she did.”
“He was such a good man. A family man. A church-going man. A war hero. It was such a terrible shame. He was such a good influence on her.”
Jordan had no words. Who could ever live up to a dead war hero?
Maria took the phone back. “Geez, Mom, that’s quite enough about Joseph.”
“Where is Johanna? Is she fed? Is she warm and dry?”
“We’re not homeless,” Maria huffed. “We have food and heat and stuff.”
“Can I see her?”
“JoJo, come talk to Nonna!”
“Oh, there she is. There’s my little darling.”
Johanna was very excited to tell her grandmother all about her adventures. There had been so many! “We rode horses and we went running in the river without shoes on. Then I played with a chicken and it didn’t bite me, but it almost did. And I ate a bug—”
“Ate a bug?!?”
“It’s okay,” JoJo reassured her. “It was a cooked one!”
“Okay, JoJo, why don’t you go wash up before dinner,” Maria shooed the little girl off before she incriminated them even more. “She’s fine, Mom. She’s happy. We’re having fun. We’ll be back in December. Okay? That’s just a few more weeks. Before Christmas. Love you. Love you both. Bye!”
Maria hung up quickly.
“So, I feel like that could have gone way better,” Jordan said finally.
“They don’t know you.” Maria shrugged helplessly. “They’ll get to know you, and then they’re gonna love you. They’ll accept you. Or, well, at least as much as they accept me.”
“No, sir, that’s not for me,” Jordan said.
Judith, still thinking about the dead climbers on Everest, or possibly the dead skydivers, cried out, “Oh, God, she’s going to be a widow again.”
“That’s not how it works, Mom. We didn’t…” Maria stopped, thinking she wouldn’t technically be a widow again if they weren’t married yet, but that didn’t really matter, did it? “Never mind.”
“I don’t have any intentions of skydiving,” Jordan said again.
“Did she tell you about Joseph?” Judith asked.
“Uh, yes, ma’am, she did.”
“He was such a good man. A family man. A church-going man. A war hero. It was such a terrible shame. He was such a good influence on her.”
Jordan had no words. Who could ever live up to a dead war hero?
Maria took the phone back. “Geez, Mom, that’s quite enough about Joseph.”
“Where is Johanna? Is she fed? Is she warm and dry?”
“We’re not homeless,” Maria huffed. “We have food and heat and stuff.”
“Can I see her?”
“JoJo, come talk to Nonna!”
“Oh, there she is. There’s my little darling.”
Johanna was very excited to tell her grandmother all about her adventures. There had been so many! “We rode horses and we went running in the river without shoes on. Then I played with a chicken and it didn’t bite me, but it almost did. And I ate a bug—”
“Ate a bug?!?”
“It’s okay,” JoJo reassured her. “It was a cooked one!”
“Okay, JoJo, why don’t you go wash up before dinner,” Maria shooed the little girl off before she incriminated them even more. “She’s fine, Mom. She’s happy. We’re having fun. We’ll be back in December. Okay? That’s just a few more weeks. Before Christmas. Love you. Love you both. Bye!”
Maria hung up quickly.
“So, I feel like that could have gone way better,” Jordan said finally.
“They don’t know you.” Maria shrugged helplessly. “They’ll get to know you, and then they’re gonna love you. They’ll accept you. Or, well, at least as much as they accept me.”
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Im lying herec cuddled in my běd having cramps but laughing . Them parents lol. I knew Jojo would mention eating thé bugs. IT was JUST too good not to happen. 😂 Them Will never love HIM, but that Is Okay.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry about your cramps! I hope you’re feeling better now!
DeleteI’m so excited for them to go home for the holidays. Christmas party, lots of booze going around, her dad spouting off his theories and her mom crying into her wine in the kitchen! Can’t wait, lol!