uli

s like it weighs

in my living room, but I can't for the lif

Ryan

ide. There it is, still parked in the driveway. Thank

ly a toothbrush. My mouth tas

bedroom door, I freeze. Emily is on top of Ryan, both of them

cre

les off him, scrambl

tters, sitting up and glaring

my own house, let alone my own bedroom, but wh

y snaps. "Everything you

I might decide to walk back in there with a knife. So I climb down the stai

e scattered everywhere-on the floor, on the bed, like some chaotic

y, today, and whatever fresh hell tomorrow brings. The sound of the water is like white noi

nto the kitchen where our c

artha says, glancing ove

I lie. "I'm sta

ood in a moment. P

t of me, and I blink, surprised. Just a few p

of it?" I ask, l

" Martha explains, looking nervous. "I told her you had a meal plan, but

a war. First, she takes my husband. Now,

rtha. You're jus

ying not to gag. It's no wonder Emily's so tiny-she eats like a rabbit. I tr

ld I call Luke? How are we even suppose

. "Hi, it's the drunk rich lady from last night. Just letting you know I got ho

it

, his reply co

sn't remember me.

dding. I'll keep my fi

's insu

the stairs. Ryan and Emily appe

, smiling too brightly. Her teeth l

e right, we should all be eating like New Yorkers-everyone's

rcasm. "That's so true, Julie! Marth

ns she gave me. I smirk as Ryan takes a bite

it, babe?"

g reluctantly. "Y

to give him somethi

ve been doing a lot of thinking. I realize I gav

warily, sensing

eryone's entitled to their desires, even if they don't make sen

e. After all these years, he

ieved. "That's great to hear, Julie! I mean

I say, raisi

eginning of time, our a

om the woman sleeping wit

oring myself," I say, watching their face

lfway to his mouth. E

Ryan asks, hi

right, honey. I figure it's only fair