I excused myself quickly and sought out Anderson and Albert. But they were currently holding court with a bunch of people on the other side of the room and looked to be having too much fun to deal with my non-issues. I sent a text to Anderson and headed outside to wait for Lyft to pick me up after I scheduled a ride.
It was time to get out of my dream world and back to reality.
* * * *
Except, on Monday morning, I decided, to hell with everyone. I liked my new clothes and haircut and they made me feel good about myself, for the most part. f**k Heather and all the rest if they couldn’t handle it. I was doing this for me, not them.
Anderson hadn’t come home until Sunday afternoon, when he told me he and Albert had gotten frisky at his friend’s apartment. He didn’t seem weirded out by it
