"I love you," he said as he stroked my back and my hair. I lay limp on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, the pattering rain, and the distant thunder. He had a few minutes before he had to leave to work dinner at the cafeteria. He held me, and Ali ran about around my face, licking my nose, lips, chin, and cheeks. I love the feeling of a cute little rat tongue brushing my skin.
I feel much better now. I also know who sent the voodoo card. She apologized. She was only kidding. Things are a little less tense now. I hope I can keep it that way.