What We Do for LoveChapter 3 Dave Tries Life as Boy
I always try to be quiet when I get home. Patricia would just turn every light in the house on and bang and clatter around to her hearts content. I on the other hand, try to think of those around me. At two am, the conscious members of the house should be one. Me. I act accordingly, trying to keep the score at one to nothing. That changed when I reached my bedroom. I know where everything is and Patricia keeps everything tidy, so I slowly walked across the dark room and almost fell over...