“Bridget what are you doing here? I feel amazing as we leave home and I walk her to her car and get the door for her before hopping in the passenger side. Desi xxx I work out, I do cardio but this has me breathing hard and sweating. What would you have needed to know,” I ask and Brett is trying to get his piece said. I can hear her panting and I turned my head to the side to keep from ruining the mood with death. I’m mostly miserable and even thought Abigail and Mark keep coming around to take me to a group to talk I find the people are talking and when I do say something they listen then go right back into their tangents on what is popular in their own respect.
