Maybe it’s a good thing your brother is home.
Dollancie:
Yeah… he stopped it.
But it’s complicated. My parents liked him, you know.
Lucky:
Liked your ex? Past tense?
Dollancie:
They aren’t around anymore.
I scour the room because my broken mind has said otherwise a few times since arriving home.
But there are no visitors today besides the new furry tenant who comes skidding into the room and collapsing in a heap on the floor at my side.
Poor thing has worn herself out.
Glancing down at her, I let her rest because when we both have the energy, she’s having a bath after all the rolling in the mud she’s done.
My phone buzzes again, pulling my eyes away from the dirty dog.
Lucky:
I still don’t think they’d approve of an abusive man.
Dollancie:
You’re probably right.
Anyway. I can’t talk about him right now. Or them.
My dog has just decided it’s nap time, and I’ve just gotten up, so do you have any ideas on mind distraction?
Lucky:
Do you have your favorite book?
Dollancie:
Jane Eyre? Yeah, at least three copies here at home.
Lucky:
Go grab one.
Dollancie:
Are you ditching me?
Lucky:
I’m gonna read it with you.
Dollancie:
