Eight

Eight

“I don’t think you should go.” Laura’s response to being invited to a party surprised me. Normally, Laura was always the one that was trying to get me to do something rash. The two of us sat on the couch, eating the remains of the brownies we’d baked the night before.

I glared at her. “Come on. You’re the one that is always telling me that I need to get out more.”

Laura sighed. “I know. But that was before.”

“Before what?” she’d been acting weird since her fathers visit yesterday. After the lecture he’d given my class, apparently, he’d showed up at the apartment and told her some family news. Since then, Laura had been strangely quiet. When I got home from class, she’d begrudgingly joined me to bake. I tried getting her to talk but mostly she just hummed along to the music I played in the background.

Laura made a face. “I just…I mean…” she shoved the rest of her brownie into her mouth.

I squinted. “You are h