I roll my eyes and pull the smoothie towards me. Biting down the urge to say something sarcastic concerning her and think better of it. He has zero sense of humor when it comes to Miss Starched-Pants, and I have only hostility when talking about her.

“Well, hope she can cook pancakes because that’s what I want.” I gulp the best smoothie I have had in a long time and exhale dreamily when I get that creamy aftertaste. He put an ice cream scoop or two in, just for me. Despite always ...