Page 96 of The Wild Card
Cal_45
I wonder if Billy Waters is in favor of traffic circles.
JB
Billy Waters for mayor!
WayneNGarthBrooks
I’d vote against anyone who’s FOR traffic circles.
B_WatersJR
Appreciate the feedback and lively discussion on traffic circles! Will definitely take this under consideration.
SweetPea43
This was supposed to be a post calling out drivers speeding and passing downtown, not about NASCAR, traffic circles, or the mayoral race. Just drive better, people!
SlimShabby
I’ll drive how I wanna drive, honey!
SherriffChev
And I’ll give you a ticket if driving how you wanna drive isn’t according to local laws, baby.
Neighborly Mod
The comments on this thread have been closed and photos removed due to possible privacy violations. Please remember to be kind and above all, Neighborly!
CHAPTER 21
Collin
Doesa person’s happiness impact the relative passage of time? This is a theory I feel like scientists or physicists or whatever branch of the sciences deals with time theory should investigate.
Because, from where I sit, happier than I’ve ever been in my life, the days leading up to James’s wedding absolutely fly by like I’m in some kind of time warp.
I make it my personal mission to be up before Molly, waiting with a cup of coffee and a kiss. She isnota morning person. And yet Morning Molly might be my favorite version of her. She drags herself out of her room with eyes heavy-lidded from sleep, yawning big, hair either sleep-mussed in a crooked ponytail or wet from a shower, leaving dark blooms on her shirt. She’s mumbly and sometimes a little grumbly, but more like a cute little baby dragon than an actual grumpy human.
Honestly, for Molly’s sake, she’s lucky that Kalli doesn’t open at five or something like a normal coffee shop in a city might.No one in Sheet Cake is running off to a job needing a jolt of espresso to get them moving at the butt crack of dawn.
I send Molly off to work every day with a sack lunch. Because this, apparently, is my new identity: man playing house.
The first day, she took the lunch I held out and stared at it, fixated on the brown paper bag with still-sleepy eyes. “What is this?” she finally whispered.
“This,” I said with a chuckle, leaning forward to kiss her cheek, “is called a lunch.”
“I know what it is. But … why?”
“Because I didn’t want you to be hungry,” I said.
The way she looked at me then, like it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her, only made me want to do more things for her. Because if she’s emotionally shocked by a sandwich, some fruit, and a cheese stick in a brown paper bag, then I want to see her reaction to bigger things.
Although I might have to work up to it because an actual grand gesture might send her into a coma.
While Molly’s working at the coffee shop, I’ve been trying to keep myself busy and avoiding Thayden’s phone calls. He’s been blowing up my phone since the night Molly and I first decided to really date.
