“Can you work a little harder at being annoying?” I asked. A little harsh, yeah, but you have no idea what she was up to before that weary sarcasm slipped from me.
“I can,” Hope answered, “if you want me to.”
She’s so mine.
19,305 words. That’s about 600 of forward progress. *sigh* yes, Hope had a lot to do with that pathetic number.