Chapter 169 Come With Me

• A few days later, I had six tickets to the progressive dinner in my hand. When Joe picked me up in the limo to take me home, I had him swing by Gray’s restaurant.
• Amy was alone in the kitchen, cleaning the floor. When she saw me, she turned her back and leaned on the mop. I hated how her shoulders slumped like she had lost all hope.
• “Amy, the progressive dinner is next Friday night,” I said. “It was your idea, and you should be there.”