Chapter 17: If You Change Your Mind
August 18–22, 20—
Tommy attempted to woo me. Every time I looked at him, he wore a rather boyish smile: U-shaped, wrinkleless, and plumpish red lips. A certain twinkle in his dirty-blue eyes told me that he thought me attractive as he tried to seduce me, which I thought juvenile, sweet, and attractive.
Strange but heartwarming events had happened in those few days after his Coffler bashing. I woke to a hot breakfast almost every morning. The apartment was spotless, and nothing was out of place. My dirty laundry was washed, and the floors were freshly waxed. The mail was brought in, and the windows were vinegar-fresh. Tommy did the grocery shopping, paid a few bills (with money that he had probably earned from his hustling), and purchased me the new Ja
