Jess quickly closes the lid with a distinct THUMP and gives me a ‘DON’T YOU SAY A THING’ look. Am I dope?” I was a little mad. XXX That’s not even including everything else that’s swelling up as we speak from water damage,” explained very matter-of-factly from my father. I know Jess felt better, as progress is starting to be made almost the day after the storm. Then I saw her try to be very coy with a few things she was pulling out. She was able to save a few things and they were in a separate pile. I hear the call for dinner from Mom and enjoy a pot roast with all the fixings. How big are you?” “Eight inches.” “Really! I am only two years older than her, but when we were younger she would use the storm or any other excuse to
