Chapter 6

“I’m not good-looking,” I reply fast. “Never have been. And anyway, now I’m even worse.”

“I’d like to throw these bags at you one after another, I swear. You’ve always been good-looking! I’m sorry but I don’t like ugly guys. I’ve never liked them. And what are you saying about now? That your scar spoiled you so bad, it transformed you into a monster? Well, you’re totally wrong, my dear!” Charlie scolds. I’ve always loved this side of her because everything she tells me, no matter how severe, always comes from the heart.

But I pretend to be upset and tell her, “You don’t have a heart.”

“I can tell you, it’s there. Trust me. It’s hidden under two amazing boobs. Sadly, you’re not interested in them.”

I chuckle and sharpen my gaze. “Are you flirting with a gay man?”

“I’m flirting with my ex, pretending he isn’t gay.”

“I have to have a chat with Frank. I pity your husband,” I murmur, taking her bags for her.

“You’ll be able to do it tonight. I just came by to let you know.”