By drink #5 I was no longer Nicole, but some crazy, shrill-voiced, over-the-top female braying her secrets to the person next to her, ready to dance on the bar or run off with a stranger.
By the end of August, Jofka and I were packed up and gone. We moved into my parents' guest room - really a study. Jofka & I were squooshed together.
Something told me that Steven did not ultimately belong in my future. Nor did the job at First Commodity Corporation of Boston.