Making the List (Part 4)
Fucking Christy...
Christy greeted me as I walked through the front door, “Welcome home, stranger; sticking around long, or just dropping off some laundry for me?” “Good afternoon, both actually. I have to get ready for a big week at the steakhouse, starting with inventory early tomorrow, so I’m home for the night. I’ll set this back on the washing machine?” I replied, referring to the bag of dirty laundry in my right hand. My not-so-new re...