But then I remembered myself.
And I remembered how quickly Demyen can change his mind on things. Like me.
So I pulled myself away, quietly got dressed, and snuck out of his room.
Bambi offered to take Willow to school. She immediately jumped with glee and made it impossible for me to say no. Not that I have any problems with Bambi taking my daughter anywhere; I know I can trust her.
I was just really hoping to have that excuse to get away from Demyen for a while.
I’ll just… start cleaning, I guess.
I should have known better than to start my rounds with the kitchen. I usually do, but if I’m to successfully avoid Demyen and the awkwardness sure to hang between us, that’s the last place I should be.
Autopilot is a b***h, though. And it has me wiping down counters and checking inventor
