My ConditionChapter 4
I slept late the next afternoon. I would have slept later, but Lisa woke me with hot coffee about 1:30. She was sitting across the room. She looked serious. Serious and sad. "You going to pull me from the contest?" I asked sullenly. She gave me a look I couldn't read. "I've thought about it. What do you think? Do you want to quit?" I rolled over and sat up in bed. "I've thought about it, too." I reached out and took a sip of the coffee she had brought. "If it means anything, I...