#Chapter 179: Are You Trying To Get Rid Of Me?

When I told my friends about the transfer to Russford, they were less than thrilled. In fact, they were so upset that they ordered two more bottles of wine. “It’s going to be a long night,” Rachel said, as she paid the bartender at our favorite wine bar. We were well enough known here, that the bartender swooped by our table every so often to see if we needed refills. We were also very good tippers. That probably helped. I was going to missing this place when I was gone. I’d miss the people too. The minute the bartender stepped away, three sets of eyes returned to me. “This is a terrible idea,” Maria said flatly. “You have to move to a new city,” Megan said, scoffing in disbelief, “But he gets to stay here?” “He better at least be paying the moving costs,” Rachel added. “He is,” I told her. “He’s personally funding my relocation.” “That doesn’t make it right,” Megan grumbled. They were upset to lose me, and I wasn’t too fond of losing them either. We’d been friends