The Crazy Girl's Handbook by DelSheree Gladden

Author:DelSheree Gladden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, pets, comedy, humor, romantic comedy, funny, valentine, contemporary romance, pet
Publisher: DelSheree Gladden

Chapter Fifteen

I woke up Sunday morning, or maybe it was afternoon, groggy and not sure where I was. When I tried to rub my eyes, I whacked myself in the face with my splint and yelped in pain from both the impact and the jostling of broken bones. My door burst open half a second later and three little boys came pouring in with demands to know if I was all right. Well, I was awake now.

“I’m fine,” I said as I laid back down.

Lydia appeared a few minutes later with a glass of water and two pills. She shooed the boys out and shoved the medication and water at me. “These aren’t nearly as strong as what you got in the E.R., but they should be enough to take care of the pain.” She watched and waited until I had downed them both.

My brain must have still been half asleep, because I asked, “Is Roman here?”

Lydia huffed in irritation. “Yes, of course.”

“Don’t be mean to him.”

“Why not?” she demanded.

My head was starting to hurt. “Because he’s your friend and he doesn’t deserve it, and because if you are, I’ll go home.”

“You can’t go home. You need my help.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she dared me to contradict her.

Like I said, I wasn’t fully awake and thinking properly. “I have a broken wrist, Lydia. I’m not dying. I can go home if I want.”

“Or go to Roman’s?”

She was really mad, I realized. I couldn’t figure out why, though. I thought I might have had this discussion with Roman on the way home from the hospital, but that whole section of time felt blurry. “Why would I go to Roman’s? And why would you be pissed off if I did? You like him. He’s one of your best friends, Lydia. I don’t get why you’re being such a snot about this.”

I didn’t get an answer to any of my questions. Lydia stormed off like a two-year-old, not quite slamming the door behind her, but not closing it gently either. I didn’t have the energy to figure out her issues right then. I wanted a shower, clean clothes, and something to eat. I was closing the bathroom door before I considered I didn’t have anything with me yesterday, but I only had to turn around to realize Lydia had already taken care of it. Of course.

My favorite pair of jeans and the ratty old t-shirt Lydia had bought for me when she took me to my first concert were sitting to the side of the sink, along with a shower caddy containing spare shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. There was also something that looked like a long plastic sleeve with a sticky note attached to it that read, “To cover your arm. Don’t get the splint wet.”

Bossy as ever. “Thanks, sis.”

Getting out of my clothes wasn’t fun. My shirt got stuck on my head, then the splint. Removing my pants with only one working hand was a chore as well.

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