Between Now and Forever

by Adriana Locke

Be careful. You never know which way that pickle’s gonna squirt, Gabs.”

I want to pour the coffee down the drain and go back to bed until Dylan grows out of the stage that makes me understand why some animals eat their children. “Ugh.”

preach!

I’m not strong enough to deal with two males with attitudes without coffee.

Many men who wind up being serial killers start off hot and charming.

I convince myself I’m still twenty-one, but something happens like this, and I’m quickly reminded that I’m thirty-eight.” He grins. “Wait until you hit forty. Getting out of bed runs the risk of pulling a muscle.”

“Grab whatever it is that makes you happy and run while you can.”

I rinse my plate and place it in the dishwasher. It’s a process that’s never made sense to me, but it’s a habit I can’t break. Why have a dishwasher if you’re going to clean the dishes first anyway? I don’t know. But it’s what I do.

Sometimes, we have to respect people even when we don’t like them. Even if we don’t like who they are in our lives. And sadly, this is a part of life,