- 5.
Ashley took me to her place and let me stay
in the spare room.
She led me inside, eyes sparkling. “Do you
like the room? I decorated it just the way you like it!”
I stared at the pink wallpaper, the Mickey
Mouse desk, and a Raggedy Ann doll. I felt like I was in a fog.
Since living with Mark, how long had it been
since I’d seen things like this?
Mark was a minimalist. Everything was black,
white, and gray.
He’d scoff at my love of pink and dolls,
saying, “Jennifer, you have such bad taste.”
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saying, “Jennifer, you have such bad taste.”
My eyes started to water again. I hugged Ashley and cried.
If Mark was a nightmare, then Ashley was a
gift from heaven.
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