The Genius He Called A Dummy
Language: en
A sudden shower began just as I went downstairs for lunch. After a violent gust of wind, my umbrella was violently wrenched from my grip and sent skittering across the wet pavement. Within seconds, the downpour soaked me to the skin. Instinctively, I looked up, searching for a familiar figure. A few yards ahead, my boyfriend, Drew, was holding his large black umbrella steadily over my best friend Claire’s head. His own left shoulder was completely drenched, but his eyes were bright with laughter as he talked with her. They were in the middle of discussing a multi-million-dollar…