115. Luther
Luther
Kendra picks at her food, and I know I’m making her uncomfortable.
Another reason to despise myself.
After offering to get a round of drinks, I take my time collecting two beers and two lemonades, hoping she’ll eat some while I’m gone.
I need her to eat.
My plan works, and by the time I return with the drinks, half of Kendra’s food is gone.
I do my best to engage Joe in conversation, asking about things I know will keep him talking. Like how his garbage day changed to Tuesday.
My plan keeps working. And even though I still feel like shit, I feel a jolt of success when Kendra finishes her last bite.
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