She was a chatterbox when she was tired, too.
It was cute.
I curled my arm around her and tugged her into my side.
She came willingly, and then curled into me tighter, keeping her knees up in between us.
Her feet snuck under my butt, and her head came to rest on my shoulder, right above my collarbone.
I never knew it but, this was exactly what I needed.
Her in my arms.
I hadn’t realized how right it would feel until that very moment.
She sighed, parroting my thoughts.
“This is one of my favorite parts,” she said when the scene where he became the prison accountant began. “I like how badly they need him.”
I hummed in agreement.
I was starting to get a bit of her movie drowsiness.
But then she shifted and her body moved into mine just a little bit deeper.
Her arm wrapped around my gut, and then she was pressing a little bit further into my space.
It was obviously the signal that my body needed to completely relax.
My eyes closed and my brain shut down.
The last thing I remembered was hearing Andy say, Get busy living, or get busy dying.
My last thought before I fell asleep with Constance on my chest was, maybe Andy was right.
Maybe I did need to get busy living. Because suddenly I wasn’t all too keen on dying.
Eighteen
My neighbor’s diary says that I have boundary issues.
—Coffee Cup
Odin
“Do you want to build a snowman?”
I blinked open my eyes to see bright baby blue ones right next to my face.
“Uhh.” I blinked a couple of times to clear the sleep from my eyes. “Is there enough snow to build a snowman?”
I let my hand drop and felt nothing but empty couch.
“Coco is in the sanctuary,” she said. “A baby mountain lion came in, and Grandma needed help. Grandpa is out on a call two hours away. Grandma also wants to know all about you.”
“Did your mom tell her?” I asked, insanely curious to know if she’d talked about me or not.
“No.” She smiled. “She said to mind her own business. And asked her to let her get to know you before she inserted her ‘nosy self’ into her business.”
