Ruben said he’d let me get settled before we met. So what had I spent the day doing? In between unpacking, I’d stalked the laundry room like a crazed serial killer. I must’ve marched past it a hundred times, trying to avoid the temptation in my laundry basket. “Fuck it.” I finally, finally, lifted the stained part to my nose and inhaled deep. Utterly. Divine. Abort. Bad decision. Very bad decision.
