The sadness that covers everything just slightly, subtly. Like a slow-dripping tap all over your life.
There should be novels aboutthat.Sonnets. Dramedy series on Netflix.
Of course, who would want to watch?
Blah. Not me. Too painful.
I’m still pretty solid with these two on this text thread, though. Both girls who were solo at the wedding are not just Skye’s family but also kind of Benedict’s family-in-law, via his brother. Kat is wild and independent and very…country. But whip smart when it comes to people. Sally, the youngest Canton, is not people smart but she’s a literal genius studying to become an actual brain surgeon.
In other words, they’renevergoing to buy that after all these years of being acquaintances, we’re suddenly in love.
Deep breath.
I open the messages, to see what they’ve replied from the image I sent a while ago at the restaurant.
Janie: [Selfie with Benedict]
Janie: What are the odds I’d run into this guy in Vegas?
Kat: Why are you in Vegas?
Sally: There is a Clark Industries event happening there this week.
Sally: The odds are incredibly high. One in maybe 550.
Kat: Sal, my dear cousin, as usual, she wasn’t being literal.
Janie: I wasn’t, but you know I always appreciate hard numbers.
Kat: What are you doing in Vegas??
Janie: Work thing.
Kat: Okay and how did you end up squeezed - and I mean squeezed - into a booth with him?
Janie: He rescued me from small talk
Sally: Your hero.
Janie: Exactly.
Kat: Care to tell us why he’s got his arm around your mid-section so tight it’s like he’s trying to squeeze your boobs out the top of your bra?
Janie: Exaggerate much?
Kat: Sal?
Sally: Accurate.
Kat: HA!
Janie: We’ve been…flirting
Kat: !!!
Janie: I mean, look at him.
Kat: The man is hot.
