Val

"What's wrong with you today? That's the third fork you've dropped." Gabby gives me a once-over, as if she's looking for what's causing me to be so clumsy.

"Do I look different to you?" I demand. We have an hour before the shop opens, and if this is the way I'm going to work today, I might as well head upstairs and go back to sleep.

"You seem like maybe you didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night. Other than that, not much looks different. Should ...