Chapter 11
“If you dream about being a permanent marker, it means you are feeling that your situation is perpetual and stinks.”
Serenity sat on the couch next to Dair with her hands twisting nervously in her lap. She didn’t realize that Dair had noticed until he reached over and placed one of his larger hands over hers. She glanced up at him but he was still looking and listening intently to Aunt Willa who was bombarding him relentlessly with question after question. Willa’s interrogation was actually worse than her Uncle Wayne’s had been. It was another moment where Serenity felt a facepalm was completely appropriate. Why hadn’t she just told Dair to come see her later? Why on earth did she think it was a good idea to introduce him to Willa, who she knew was notorious for drawing infor
