When the cat’s away…

I’d been wondering what George was going to do once we had some time alone. I didn’t have long to wait.

His girlfriend had gone home early yesterday morning leaving him sleeping in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I was sitting in my red, bent-plywood chair reading Dave Eggers’ You Shall Know Our Velocity!  #AffiliateLink (Damn! I didn’t . . .

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