Leo…there’s just no comparison. He’s all in straight away. He takes my half baked idea, and says ‘why not’, encouraging me and thinking of ways to make it happen and back me up if I need it.
Like he’s always done.
Every single time. Even down to him offering me his own body as my personal doodle pad. My canvas. Mine to…
Justmine.
From a new WhatsAppgroup started by Emily Gastright called THE TIME HAS COME!!!! (Members: Emily Gastright, Eli Gastright, Dean Gastright, Liaden O’Brien)
Emily Gastright: Any updates?????????????
Liaden O’Brien: Nothing of import
Emily Gastright: [10 wailing emojis]
Liaden O’Brien: He’s going to take her to look at a parrot
Emily Gastright: …
Emily Gastright: Like as a date? I mean, it’s an odd one, but I’ll take anything at this point
Dean Gastright: Nope
Liaden O’Brien: They’re just acting like awkward friends who kissed and now don’t know what to say to each other
Emily Gastright: [GIF of Dwight Shrute screaming]
Emily Gastright: I CAN’T STAND THIS MUCH LONGER
Emily Gastright: I’m about ready to bash their heads together [angry face emoji]
Eli Gastright: Give them time, Chere, it’ll happen
Emily Gastright: How much time do they need?! They’re killing me…
Dean Gastright: My money is on just a little longer
Dean Gastright: It’s not gonna take much to light the powder keg
Emily Gastright: Well, if they don’t pull their heads out of their arses soon, I’ll do it for them [angry face emoji]
Eli Gastright: Damn, my wife is feisty, y’all
CHAPTER FIVE
Leo
This limbo is driving me crazy.
I drive to Sadie’s place on autopilot, a journey I’ve made so often I don’t even need to think about it anymore, and flick through the SD card in my car until I find an album I know she likes. I’ve lost count of the amount of times she’s made us all listen toCelebrity Skinby Hole. I know that track six is her favourite because she has a weird liking for songs with whispering, especially at the beginning before the singing starts. I know she’s going to have her hair tied back today because it’s her second day since she last washed it and she always washes it again on day three. I know she’s probably had a toasted poppy seed bagel for breakfast with ricotta and honey and a few pumpkin seeds scattered on top, because that’s her idea of a breakfast of champions.
But what I don’t know is what she’s thinking about me. About us. No fucking clue.
And between the gut sinking, heart shredding feeling of watching her literally run away from me after The Kiss at thewedding, and the thick-as-molasses tension between us ever since, I’m about ready to start climbing the walls. But I know my girl and her need for space when she’s thinking seriously about something, and the atmosphere when I’m with her isn’t the type that says she’s embarrassed.
We’ve had way too many lingering eye-meets for that.
Even so, it’s unnerving being around someone who holds your hopes and dreams in her back pocket and doesn’t seem to have any plans to do anything with them.
