CHAPTER 27
“She did great.” Barb comes out just a minute or two later with a smile, as if she weren’t some sort of twisted sadist who just finished injecting my baby girl with live viruses. “She slept right through it, tired little angel.”
I assume she’s trying to comfort me.
“Oh, before I forget,” she adds, “the woman you were here with, she wanted me to tell you that she went to pick your boyfriend up from work and they’ll be back to get you in just a few minutes.”
My boyfriend. Of course, with different last names and still no ring, I can’t blame Barb for her mistake. In fact, it was probably Patricia’s fault to begin with. She’s been living with us two months. Two stinking months, and she’s never once mentioned the fact that we’re married. I swear, if Jake and I make it to our fift
