The Have Not

by Beth Crowley

“Oven’s preheated!” Annie chirps. “I’m going to need two hands for this.” “Sure,” I say, feeling disappointed at the conversation being cut short. “Next time, text me like a normal socially-stunted person our age, will ya?” “Never! Bye!”

some sort of manifestation of my grief or whatever, but I am not about to try to peel back the layers of that psychological onion.

mood

“I just want to be strong enough to handle it on my own,” I whisper fiercely. Charlie wraps an arm around me and pulls me in, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. “I know,” he says soothingly. “That’s what makes you such a stubborn asshole.”

........ well then, I got called out didn't I?