Yet Another

For the first time in my life I start to feel like a relatively normal person, sitting here with my father, my aunt and the neighbors. I dare to order a salad with chicken and a pink lemonade. I'm hoping the chicken doesn't give me indigestion, but if it does... then it will have been worth it because it's seriously, seriously delicious. Much better than I could have imagined.

We're chatting smoothly, I haven't been asked anything that makes me feel inadequate, they’re explaining more about the wolf thing and every time I turn around, Jake is watching me like he wants to eat me for dinner. That makes me feel all warm inside. I'm feeding off his attention more than the salad.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask my dad, as he's taking a drink of the sparkling water he ordered and for some reason my question makes his throat close up and choke a little.

"He has three," Angie answers for him, and Lionel narrows his eyes at her, but doesn't correct her. That makes me widen my eyes in surpris