The summer heat took its toll on Peder and me. I was left with a horrible, itchy, painful sunburn.
James suffered more dire consequences.
At least we could be in sunburned agony together!
Together with a shower.
James got a job at the fire station, and spends most of his time working out at the gym or tinkering away at the sink at home. I spend a lot of time at the gym, too--but that's because Midnight Hollowians finishing their workouts feel that they deserve a Celebration Sing-a-Gram.
I think it's fair to say that I do most of the work around the house--which is stereotypical, but not a big deal to us, since there isn't much of a house to work on. Besides, James pitches in by making more money than I do and having a steadier income.
After all, for me "making money" means either racing around town delivering Sing-a-Grams or hoping a large enough crowd is gathered to generate some serious tips.
There's quite a bit of excitement in my new life! One night a
burglar, seeing how unprotected (and nonexistent) our house was, showed up to steal what little possessions we had, but I kicked his butt!
What now!
Maybe I should have let him take them: the moment I fix the toilet the sink breaks, and vice versa.
Despite (or because of?) all of this, I'm happy. And isn't that what matters most?
My first gig in Performance Park drew a crowd of my family, and one stranger. I couldn't help noticing that she was a very beautiful stranger, with silver skin and raven hair.
For whatever reason, I felt sorry when she turned to go.
When I got home, the exhilaration having worn into exhaustion, James moved to kiss me, but I stopped him.
That night, for no particular reason at all, I felt stifled by this relationship, and I told James so. We agreed that he would move out indefinitely, giving us both some space.
Over the next few days I worked, but I also tried to scope out some of the other men in Midnight Hollow. There were a few who were very handsome, and more who were very nice, but somehow none of them
clicked when it came to romance.
By now my dwelling had grown into something almost close to sort of resembling a real hovel, and, with my romance searches having proved fruitless, I made plans to ask James to move back in. However, that very morning . . .
I saw someone racing down the road, and, glancing over my shoulder, she hurried down the pathway to my house.
It was the same woman from my performance--now I could see that she wore a patchwork, pieced-together dress, and had strange, glowing silver eyes. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
