Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

not seriously planning to sit down looking like that, are you?”

I paused halfway into my chair. “Like what, Agnes?”

“Look at yourself,” she said, waving a dismissive hand in my general direction. “Your hair is a disaster. You have flour streaked across your cheek. You smell like grease and… desperation.”

Heat flushed my cheeks. “I’ve been cooking for continue reading …