I stand in the gravel driveway of Rick and Mom’s very humble abode, Adrian’s parting gift strapped to my back– a new leather bookbag. It’s not a big deal. You need a backpack anyway, he’d said, but the subtext was clear: I needed a backpack that hadn’t come from Freddy. An unreasonably possessive gesture, but it was hard to argue with five thousand dollars worth of calfskin leather. Here’s to hoping it survives the Alabama humidity.
My Capricorn Venus is very pleased with him 💗
