"There’s pulp! I said NO PULP!" she screamed, throwing the carton against the wall.
Here’s to the final, better chapter. We haven't finished the book yet, but for the first time in a long time, I can't wait to see what happens on page 31.
She nodded. Walked inside. Didn’t look back.
Moving from "Why won't you go?" to "What is making this hard?" Small Wins:
I sit on the cold tile next to her. “Then we’ll build stairs.”