Page 13 of Here's to Yesterday

And I’ll never tell her this, but Hudson secretly calls her—and rightfully so—his spitfire. It’sadorable.

“All right. I’m gone,” she announces, jumping off her stool. “You wanna go to Jane’s tomorrow before work? New hair, new outfit? That’s therule.”

See? She completesme.

“I’ll have to check my schedule. I havesomanyoptions.”

This time she throws a banana at me. “Rude. See you tomorrow,” she calls over her shoulder on her way out thedoor.

I shake my head at the sound of the front doorclosing.

“That girl exhausts me,” says Kassi as she walks into the kitchen, ready for work. She grabs an apple and heads toward the door. “Send me pics of Jane’s new inventory. I’m in need of a pick-me-up outfitmyself.”

And she’s gone, leaving me alone to my thoughts.No thanks.So I get dressed and head into work four hoursearly.

Because that’s how exciting my life isnow.

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