It’s our third day here, and I have a phone call with Trey scheduled to start in a few minutes.
Bailey sits at the end of my bed, drinking coffee from a pink polka-dotted mug. Lolli’s favorite pink polka-dotted mug. It’s obvious Bailey’s won her over. If she’s drinking out of that mug, the one I’ve never been allowed to touch, Lolli’s allegiance runs deep already.
favoritethatIt’s a little alarming, really.
When we got back from paddle boarding with my cousins, I made a fresh pot of coffee and some eggs for me and Bailey to share. She was quiet as we ate, and it’s not like I could probe her for info with my family hovering nearby.
I obviously said way too much when she tried to apologize for coming on to me last night, but I wanted her to know that an apology really wasn’t necessary. S
