Remember him? Um... four-ish posts back?
I thought, when Nolan didn't go and pick him up right away, that I'd had a reprieve.
I get a phone call.
Nolan. There's someone watching you in the backyard.
I look out the door.
Nolan. He's hiding from you.
I step out a little closer, walking into the yard.
Me. You're freaking hysterical.
Nolan. (evil laugh)
Can you see the smugness? Can you see it?
And the EYES OMGoodness! Yikes!
I need therapy.