Curing Soberness | Callison
I reach for the plate, not remembering if I ate lunch today and grab a hot wing with some dip. I eat it in a few bites and lick my lips before starting to talk again. “Sof loves shopping. She’s our little tomboy princess.” I say with a chuckle. “She likes to run around and wrestle with daddy, but tell her to do it without her dress or dance shoes and she’ll throw a fit.” “Honestly, I think Val and I both need a little vacation time. And by that, I clearly mean together. And away from the kids” I say, clarify and shaking my head with a smirk. “Love them to pieces, but just need more then a few minutes of adult time where little finger aren’t peaking under the bathroom door or around the corner, you know?” I ask, smiling more. “And to think, you where so close to leaving that stage in the past, Lena’s on her own a lot now, and you’re just going to jump back into it. But it’ll be nice, you know, and so worth it.” I shove a few fries in my mouth and give my friend some time to process.
