But the others don't.
Not my brother. Not my dad. Not Feral.
I know they have their own stuff going on too, but...
Whatever. If they don't care enough to seek me out to hang out or chill or talk or just see how I'm doing because it's been a while... then I'll treat them the same. I can take a hint. I don't want to make anyone else feel like they have to tolerate me just because I'm a club princess.
"Nadine, hon, do you think you could run to the clubhouse and get the cast-iron pan from the kitchen?" Claire asked. "That little one that we used to make cookie-pies with."
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth at the memories. Claire was more like a mother to me than my own. Those were some of the best times of my childhood.
"Yeah, I'll be right back."
I rushed to the clubhouse i
