“What the fuck you mean by that?” I say out loud. I’m guessing I look a little unhinged, but…fuck it.
You have the makings of something special going on in this bunkhouse, and you’re letting it fly right over your head, buddy.
“What the hell are you talking about? They’re being assholes.”
You sure about that?
“Why is an imaginary ghost sassing me?”
I have never not sassed you. Just because I'm on the ethereal plane doesn't mean my personality didn't come with me, friend-o.
“Why do they have to flaunt it like that?”
Is it flaunting if you've been with them both?
“I mean, it's not like they're inviting me into whatever it is they're doing.”
Hm.
“Don'thmme.”
Babe, you've been at this ranch since the beginning of the century, letting life pass you by while pining for me. I can hm you a little.
“Excuse you, I have not been pining. I have had plenty of fun in my time here, don't you worry.”
Oh, I know. But you’ve kept your heart on a shelf the whole time.
“Whose fault is that?”
Yours, my love.
My heart squeezes in my chest. “Don't do that. Don't call meyour lovewhen you don't mean it like that.”
Fair enough. But I'm not wrong. And hey—you still have a promise to keep.
“I am nowhere near ready for any of that.”
You sure about that? I mean, if you're capable of jealousy…
“I’m not jealous!”
Sure.
“God, you're annoying.”
Yeah, well, you're fucking blind.
“To what?”
Silence.
“Oh, now you're going to ghost me?”
Silence
“Not even to make the obvious joke?”
“Renée?”
