There was also dresses, andskirts. Women's shoes everywhere. "Wait, shit, did I actually hook uplast night?" he thought.Reaching over to his desk to t...y to grab his phone he felt strange. Hisarm movement felt lighter, and he felt like he really had to strain toreach his phone. He felt a phone but also a pair of glasses. He pulledthe phone close, it was the same type of phone that he owned but the casewas different. It was purple. He tried to make out the lock screen but hecouldn't make out even. James stood still looking completely at ease but Angela felt uncomfortable and afraid. The two of them in the same room brought back too many memories. Of his hands on her, of him being inside her..."What's wrong?", he asked."Nothing"."You've got that look on your face"."What look?", she demanded."The one that you have when you are about to run away".Angela couldn't understand how this man could read her like an open book. The only person that knew her that well was Georgia but she had talked. Bowls and plates and pots and jars and boxes littered every available surface. A measuring cup on the counter was swimming in a shallow pool of milk that was slowly spreading toward the edge, where it would fall, he saw, onto a disorderly jumble of spatulas and stirring spoons and ladles and -- what was that thing that looked like a pig's tail?An "oof!" reminded him that Aunt Frankie must be somewhere in this mess. But where? He couldn't see her. Just then, a white cloud billowed up from the. "All this happened since 2AM last night?" I asked."Well she just had to take the test for the license, she already knew how to drive. Jack agreed to that after he talked to James last night." Jen said."No shit," I replied."Yeah, James does have a way with words. I called Lucas since he is always looking for someone to deliver court papers." Jen informed me. "I had her the job before she got home from the DMV. You know as long as she is half assed dependable Lucas will keep her." Yeah, I'm sure.