S.J. Tilly

“If you’d like to stay for a bit, you can. I’m just gonna get my pajamas on.”

Leave, jackass.

It’s time for you to leave.

“I can stay for a while.”

The angel on my shoulder throws up his hands, shaking his head in exasperation.

“If you’d like to stay for a bit, you can. I’m just gonna get my pajamas on.”

Leave, jackass.

It’s time for you to leave.

“I can stay for a while.”

The angel on my shoulder throws up his hands, shaking his head in exasperation.

I forget that I hate him.

“Because I can. And because the world needs your art.”

“Why do you call me that?”

Because I’ve always wanted to call someone Baby.

This is my penance for every bad thing I’ve ever done.

So, basically, I’m fucked. Because I’m starting to like my husband.

“You had her bodily pinned her to a couch while you made me marry her to you against her will. I don’t think that’s exactly nice.”

. “Til death do we part, Savannah Baby.”

“But… I like Duke.” I lift my glass and drain the rest of the drink. “And I’m starting to like your stupid brother, too.”