Chapter Twenty-Four:

I tried to listen to Olivia and stop worrying about my girlfriend, but I didn’t have a good feeling about the way things were going at all. I turned my phone off after getting her text message, and attempted to calm myself down mentally long enough so I could lay down and doze off for a few hours. Napping is a luxury I never had when I lived in Russia. There was my full time job, the impossible time difference between Francine and I, and all of the other tasks I kept myself busy with on a daily basis. Since moving to America, all of that went away and I suddenly found myself bored to death. To combat this, I’d go to sleep after studying some English in my text books, and completing whatever chores needed to be done while Francine worked. There was only so much dusting, vacuuming, cooking and yes- even baking- that I could do before I lost my mind. Thus, I fell in love with naps. More often than not, I’d wake up to Francine kissing some part of my body, tha