TY
Touché. So that was your daughter in the hospital room?
10:18 A.M.
JOSIE
Yep, Etta. She’s seventeen & a senior at Fairchild. Total smarty-pants.
10:19 A.M.
TY
What’s she doing next year?
10:22 A.M.
JOSIE
Going to Cornell or Dartmouth, hopefully.
10: 25 A.M.
TY
I went to Cornell for undergrad and medical school! And I volunteer for the Cornell Bay Area Alumni Association. My kid needs help with admissions, your kid needs help with admissions—maybe we can help each other out. I’m just saying...
10:26 A.M.
Ugh I should be saying NO, but instead I leave the text banter at that and hope this conversation doesn’t get picked back up next week at the Golden parent interview. Face-to-face I’m not sure I can turn down an offer to help Etta get into Cornell.
•••
JOSIE
Lo—Aunt Viv told the hot dr. I call him Golden Boy. DYING. Since the heart attack didn’t get her I may have to kill her.
11:42 A.M.
LOLA
Aunt Viv didn’t tell him I did.
11:44 A.M.
JOSIE
WHAT?!?!? When did you see him?
11:45 A.M.
LOLA
I picked Aunt Viv up from her Dr.’s appt, you know, because you suck as her niece. It just kind of slipped out. He’s so good-looking I lost all sensibility again. I gotta say though, worth the trek across town to get a glimpse.
11:46 A.M.
JOSIE
