#Chapter42
Sober Feelings, Drunken Confessions
Anthony leaned back into Tamara's couch, slowly sipping on a beer. /"She's not going to come over, right?/"
Tamara opened a bag of chips as she plopped down on the couch beside him. /"No. She had a bunch of meetings with Michael and clients today./"
Anthony nodded his head slowly before exhaling a long sigh. /"She's different. She's changed./"
Tamara laughed lightly, cocking her head to the side. /"Paris changed her, Anth. For the best, I think. She's more confident and sure of herself, not as afraid to speak what's on her mind./"
/"That's for sure,/" Anthony mumbled quietly, staring down at the coffee table as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. /"It's... good. I'm glad she's become stronger. Sometimes I just feel like I can't recognize her anymore, like I don't know who she is anymore./"
/"Because you don't./"