Used to sink inside when the car pulled out even for a few minutes. Even if he was just picking up sandwiches and sodas.
Now I float like big girls in deep ends.
And it's the last week in July, so the cherubs are out. If I stand still enough I can hear them breathing under the lights. I can feel them squeezing their toes into glass slippers and skinny dips.
That's where we met you know.
I knew he'd come back, not that he ever left.
The cherubs are out.
Skin and Toast
P.S. Learn your lines, verbatim.