SlippingHalo

She was painting her toenails when she told me. Like that was OK. Like it was perfectly OK for her to be doing such a mundane chore as she said it. She looked so nonchalant. Not a glimmer of moisture beneath her lids. Tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth as she worked. Nothing was OK. "How long?" "I've known for a while." What does that even mean? What is a while? How long is it and why did she have to give such a cryptic answer? I'm not a computer and I'm not her mother, so why did she pretend like I could read her mind? Maybe I'm getting too worked up. Maybe everything is OK. "When were you planning on telling me? She broke d