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I was on cloud nine for the rest of the day Literally All the painkillers I was popping, plus the lack of shut-eye,away to la la land

My position started the next Monday, which meant all this week I had to train my replacement (turns out they had the temp who subbed for me last week in mind), which in turn meant a fairly easy week for me I could just make the other person do all the work

Easy is what I needed With o as smoothly as possible I wanted to put the weekend behindon a new path The longer I engaged in the everyday swing of "norer became

Plus, I hadn’t heard fro, but still; I guess a part of , I went onto my Facebook to check his profile like the snoop I aed on recently, but people had written on his wall during our absence Soirls,Dex had a life outside of otistical and stupid as that sounds

It only ha man but just a irlfriend, an interesting and varied job, a nice voice, a social life and a sordid past A handso man whose eyes read your very soul and whose smirk held you in contempt A man I tried my hardest to not think about

That was easier said than done Ada kept bringing him up around the dinner table

"I think he looks creepy," Ada said haughtily between petite bites of her roast "I was starting to doubt if you’d ever co at her

"Well it would have been nice if we had had a chance toto stare at hiht maybe you’d embarrass me," I replied truthfully

"Oh, whatever, as you would say Why would thata look with my father, as silent as he normally henever there was food in front of him

"Because she has the hots for him," Ada interjected

I rolled ged her fork athis Facebook pictures"

She turned to irlfriend too"

My mouth dropped "How do you know that?"

"Maybe I kno to use a search engine better than you can," she answered pri at me, "you do like this man!"

"No!" I exclaimed and nearly thren my fork

"The lady doth protest too much" Ada s there, blondie," I shot back

"Girls," ently "Let’s let Perry relax a bit It’s not every weekend that you blow up hthouse"

I couldn’t tell if ry, as was usually the case with hihthouse, which couldn’t be taken lightly Even though it wasn’t really my fault, it did look that way

However, I picked up soetic face

"We’re just glad you are OK, pumpkin" He reached over and tapped my hand "And proud too Let’s toast your new job, cin cin"

I bealasses of wine Ada raised her soda with a dry expression, though I could see the tiniest hint of sisterly affection

After dinner and more small talk about my new position, I retired to my rooetting twelve hours of sleep didn’t sees intothe worst, I spun around in a panic

It was just Ada staring at me in horror

"What the fuck happened to your head?" she cried out, and raced over to inspect me

I swatted her arms away and aardly felto away!" I glared at her

She crossed her aro anywhere "What happened? Tell me or I’ll tell Mom And Dad!"

I knew she would, too I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t knohat version The official story or the truth?

Despite all our differences, though, Ada wasinto her jaded eyes, impeccably done up with the best makeup, I knew she had some reserves of belief left for me

"Do you want the truth or the official story?"

"What’s the story you’ll end up blogging about?" she asked smartly

She had a point there If ere in fact still doing this project--at the e froet shot doould obviously show people the truth That meant my parents, the authorities, Uncle Al, would all find out the truth ildly different fro they had heard

That said, I also knew they wouldn’t believe it anyway No matter what kind of proof we provided, no matter hoell I wrote about the experience, they would assume I made it up Well, let them

"So?" she said impatiently "What is it? What happened? For real"