Maggie was lying on the bed beside me.
“I love you girl,” I said as I petted her.
Maggie sighed softly and curled up on the bed beside me.
I laid there in the bed thinking of yesterday. My parents had made a grand spectacle of me having a few beers. I missed Rosa. I wish she would stop by so I could curl up in the bed with her. I needed a woman’s touch; an older woman at that that didn’t make a mountain out of a mole hill.
Well, I am going to drink three more beers and go back to bed. That’s all I have left.