Long Tables, pt. 2

What makes it worse is I’m superstitious. Like when I go for a walk, I’m the guy skipping over all the cracks. It’s not that I think something bad will happen. My mother died four years ago. But she did have osteoporosis.

So immediately after the dream I start panicking. That amounts to wheezing and some sweating mostly. Nothing too far off the map. I’m not a complete lunatic or anything. Anyway that’s what I’m doing when Molly decides to jerk the blanket. Then she tells me to knock it off.

Molly.

I can see her feet sticking out from the edge of the bed. Let me give you an idea how big they are. Our shoes are the same size. It used to be that was cute. Now all I can think is how embarrassing we look together.