I strategize on how to present the news of Scott and me living in the same duplex to Michael. Trying not to overthink it I grab my phone and call Mrs. Abigail. I don’t go into detail but I ask her if I can see Michael sometime this afternoon when he is free. She gives me an appointment with him for two o’clock. My eyes are glued to the clock, slowly I watch it tick away, minutes feel like hours. Ten minutes before I’m expected in his office, I reapply a coat of lipstick and re-spray my already bulletproof hair. God, I hate my hair. The natural curls drive me...