Snoopy
I knew the whole ride back to the house, Anne would eventually tell me what was on her mind. And from the look on her face and knowing she was already unhappy about the clubhouse trip, I would be in for a nice little rant. The question was if I was up for pushing my luck and getting her more agitated today or behaving myself and letting her rant, then giving in and taking the medication the doctor gave me. The problem with that was it made me tired, and I ended up sleeping the whole day. I hated that. I was not up for doing much more, but that wasn’t the point. After all, she wouldn’t be wrong in her rant. I was in pain. My chest hurt like hell.
As we pulled up outside the house, a thought occurred to me, and I couldn’t help the corners of my lips from pulling up into a smile. It
