Becca Likes To Write.

Clay asks me a question about something he wanted that was back in the bedroom and I say, “Oh, yeah I’ll run back and get it, I have to put a top-coat on anyways.” He looks at me very seriously and says “Why, are you cold?” El oh el. No. A top-coat for my nail polish? This is not the 1800s? Ah hoy, let me go grab me top coat and a cane and we’ll hunker down a bit!