Chapter 5
I was seated at a table with my favorite strawberry frappe, but I had hardly touched it. Tim had asked me to meet with him so we could discuss the best time to get his things. Granted, it was just a couple of pillows and his clothes, plus that damn couch, but I still wanted them out of the apartment. As usual, Tim was late.
As I looked up at the clock, my leg began to shake faster and faster. I just wanted to get this over with. It had been two weeks since I had seen Tim, but he kept calling me constantly to let me know that I still had financial obligations to him, and it wouldn’t be fair to leave him high and dry like that. I had informed Tim that getting a job would help, but that just made things worse.
Tim finally walked through the door of the coffee house, and as much a
