Ugly Duckling

Another okay night of family counseling.

I'm too tired to get into details.

But I'm not too tired to call Nora.

He, he.

I pick up the phone and dial her number quick.

She answers on the second ring, "Yello?"

"It's me," I smiled.

"Oh, hey, B! What's good?"

Smiling seems to be my favorite hobby lately.

But I actually think I like it.

My smile, I mean.

It's not too big.

Too wide.

Nor too toothy.

Nora says I have a cute smile.

I take that to heart.

Scratch that.

I take everything Nora says to heart.

Even when she told me she had a brother, and that we would be perfect for eachother.