We don't know anymore about Anya than I thought we would.
It doesn't help when you are with someone ..who..well..how can I describe it. Like he's constipated with words. Something like that. Wren just isn't a talker.
See, we met Will and Anya at Burger King, of all places.
Today was just lazy. It felt like a Sunday for starters. We didn't have lunch til almost three. I slept really late. Wren even later because he was up playing video games. It was like that was what New Years Eve was suppose to be.
So I asked questions and before I know it..Anya is questioning Wren.
He might have lied about his age. It just slipped out. You know, "I'm just nineteen..."..more like going on twenty-one except he possibly has the brain of 14 year old. On occasion, like with those video games.
So then Anya and Will are whispering. Yeah, I think they get along great. That's all I had for Mom. Naturally, she wants to invite them out with her and Jay. I hope she finds something out before she drives me nuts, and Wren becomes a compulsive liar.