You ll Get Used to ItChapter 2
I was waiting downstairs the next morning, eager for Mrs. J’s arrival. Mom had chided me the day before about rudely leaving Mrs. J downstairs on her own until she came in the house. She looked at me oddly when I became flustered trying to defend myself and scrutinized me even closer when I blushed profusely. I escaped to my room with Mom watching me all the way up the stairs. I had decided to wear the same sweatpants. In my mind, Mrs. J and I would immediately continue from where we left...