Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

Ah, more granola, woo-woo, make-lemonade, salt-of-the-earth shit.

I’m certain that when I sat down, he found me annoying, and now I have weaseled my way into an entirely different territory. Which is a huge relief because I can’t handle people not liking me. That’s the stuff that eats away at me and keeps me up at night.

“Come on. Don’t quit on me now. I have a deep inner need to make you like me, and I feel like I’m getting close.”

West: When are you back? We suck at bowling without you. We need our daddy back.

I smile up at him and nod. What can I say? I’m a sensitive gal. I’ve always felt things just a little more deeply.