The Hartwells
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Michelle Rodriguez showed up at 7:15 when I said 7:30, which meant she had a full fifteen unsupervised minutes to audit my outfit choices...
The smell hit me before I even turned the corner from the living room. That specific combination of scorched tomato and good intentions. ...
Three weeks ago I said something out loud to Alex that I had been rehearsing silently for months. Not rehearsing in a scheming way — more...
Sarah Chen has a master’s degree. I need everyone to sit with that for a second. The woman who color-codes her pottery glazing notes and ...
There were two women at The Grind yesterday — corner table, the one by the window that I always want but never get first. I wasn’t trying...
Jake’s on a late shift. Carmen texted the address forty minutes ago. The place has a rooftop and apparently the drinks are ‘extremely rea...
It wasn’t planned. Jake picked up his laptop to move it off the coffee table and I said, almost without thinking, we should call Abuela R...
The heat advisory was not a suggestion. I know that now. Sarah came over this morning with the plan of going through some of the coordina...
There was a set of watercolors in the cabinet above the bookshelf that I bought nine months ago and have opened exactly never. I know thi...
Woke up at 1:47 and that was apparently that for sleep. Jake was completely out — the man sleeps like he filed paperwork for it — so I gr...
