My sister Marcia and I went to Montauk for 2 nights.
I had to check my house after a summer of renting it to possibly a thousand, disguised as 6 twenty-somethings and Marcia came with me.
We love to get away together because we only do what we want to do. There is not one other person or pet that has any say in whether we eat in a fancy restaurant or look in an earring store for hours on end.
It’s just us.
Here we are at the beach enjoying ourselves. Me innocently ignorant of what was waiting for me when I got home.
I leave Ray in the best of care, my Superintendant’s family. His wife oversees everything and their son and his girlfriend stay in my apartment waiting on Ray hand and foot.
When I got home they told me Ray was so sad the whole time. He slept in my bathroom even though they kept picking him up and bringing them in their bed.
How does this effect me? Easy answer, I am never leaving him alone again. This will be my life from now on.
Also on the few times I go to the bathroom alone there will be someone waiting outside the door suggesting that I help him flip his toy around.
Now who’s gonna rescue me?