I sipped my coffee and gazed at the back yard. My inner gargoyle, who had been integrated with me except for when I denied my emotions, growled. He wanted me to throw my phone across my screened-in balcony in frustration. All right, I wanted to throw the phone, and the growl came from my throat. I indulged myself in a moment of “it"s not fair” before taking a few deep breaths of the late spring air. It already hinted at the humidity to come. We"d gotten beyond pollen season in Atlanta, which left us a few nice weeks of not-too-warm-or-muggy weather before the wet blanket of summer descended.
ImyI looked again at the text from Reine and my reply. Only a short conversation, but at least we could stay in touch through electronic means. I caught myself rubbing my chest, where I pictured the a
