Chapter 10

Imogen

I’m waiting for the match to start and am sitting on my pale lemon sofa with my scatter cushions all around me, they match my sofa only the detail is daisies. I’m a little crazy about daisies it has to be said. When I moved back to my folks, which I’ve said before won’t be for much longer since the unit above the restaurant is almost done, I will have huge canvas wall art mostly of you got it, daisies. There’s something therapeutic about them, I love their simplicity. They aren’t complicated, a bit like me.

In any case, Mom and dad made one of the spare rooms upstairs in their house into a small lounge area for me. “You don’t want to be hanging with your folks all the time, now you are back.” Mom had said when I first came back to Minnesota and was staying with them until Atlas got me the gig as Cody’s nutironist and I moved into his for the few months we were together. They cleared out all the things they had been collecting over the years and took most of the old clothes, boo