#Chapter12
Making my way down to the now empty garage, I opened my door and ripped the blazer off, and jumped into some loose-fitting tights. It was the weekend. I would have two whole days of trying to fill the time. Just as I got comfortable, Tom walked up the ramp, a container in his hand. Tom opened my door and passed the container to me. /"Hey, I forgot to give this to you. I heated it up on my way down. Mary made lasagna last night./"
/"Thanks, Tom,/" I said, grabbing the hot container from his hand. The cheese, spices, and meat scent filled my car. My mouth watered.
Tom leaned against my car. /"Eat, I have something to tell you./"
