“Yes, Sophie, I did get ready. I’m going to the restaurant right after my appointment. No, I ended up wearing the blue dress, I feel more comfortable with it. Fine. I have to go, the receptionist is giving me ugly looks.”
By Eva Gervais4 years ago in Fiction
I’m sitting on the folding chair, cradling my cup of tea and watching the sunset over the mountains. I parked the RV next to an observation deck for the night. It should be breathtaking but it fills me with a sense of dread and foreboding.
