to the Sev, which has to change
very soon. I mean, with gas
at this price, and the LTD
rating a whopping nine miles
per gallon, I’m not netting
a mint from my paychecks.
There’s another little problem.
And that is from time to time
my mom or Scott or Jake
happens in while I’m working.
It’s awkward, to say the least,
especially if Mom has Hunter.
The Glacier Queen doesn’t ignore
me, exactly. But she doesn’t
act like more than a customer.
Mom and I, in fact, have not
exchanged more than a dozen
sentences since she pushed
me out the front door, almost
two weeks ago. I thought she
might invite me to share Christmas
with the family, but so far,
not one word.
At Brad’s, preparation for
Santa is in full swing. I try
to participate (mostly because
I’m incredibly homesick), but
Devon and LaTreya have not
as yet identified me as “family.”
I don’t think they have a clue