Tipping point.
He longed for her contact as her taillights grew smaller still. Repeating to himself, That could have gone better. Unlucky at love, unlucky at… crap just unlucky.
Walking towards the entrance, he found the door to Eddington’s open. He speculated aloud, “This place is unreal, there must be no crime to leave everything open like this.” Recognizing he felt better than the morning before, he stumbled into the building.
“What you plannin’ on stealin’?” Grace, like a ninja, was standing just inside the door. Watching the whole scene, she held a sizeable bowl and an oversized wooden spoon to match.
Jumping back two steps, he hollered, “Jesus Christ, woman, do you ever sleep? You scared the shite out of me.”
“I plan on sleeping when I die. What is your excuse? You are up as man
