That works great! Do you know the Blue Trees? Say around 1 p.m.?
PS, I still can’t believe you are writing to me! Eeeeee!!!!
PPS, “pick your brains” is gross!
William Corwyn
Sept. 20, 9:29 a.m.
Great (unpicked) minds. I don’t know the Blue Trees, but how poetic. Rest assured I shall find them on Wednesday and be very happy to do so. Thank you. Thank you.
Sam Vetiver
Sept. 20, 9:30 a.m.
Hi, William. I don’t know the Blue Trees either. That does sound poetic, but I have no idea where they are... or is it a bookstore?
William Corwyn
Sept. 20, 9:31 a.m.
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Cindy Pietorowski
Sept. 20, 9:35 a.m.
I’m so excited!!!! Thank you again. See you at 1:30 on Wednesday. Eeeeeee!
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William Corwyn
Sept. 20, 9:35 a.m.
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Sam Vetiver
Sept. 20, 9:40 a.m.
William? Are you there?
Sam Vetiver
Sept. 20, 9:43 a.m.
Okay, I’m going to guess that last message wasn’t to me. Whatever the Blue Trees turn out to be, I hope you do find them and they indeed make you very happy.
Also, are we ever going to talk? Get together? I miss you terribly, and I’m so confused about where we are. I’m having a hard time being left hanging. Are we done? As in done-done? I pray we aren’t. After everything we talked about—your house, the future perfect? Can we please have a conversation?
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Chapter 21
The Blue Trees
The Blue Trees are, indeed, blue. Electrifyingly, eyeball-vibratingly blue. I assumed, since they are in Salem, that they in some way commemorate the women and men of the witch trials, who were accused, condemned, and executed. I was mistaken. A plaque in this park where the Blue Trees form a strange, surreal little dreamscape explains that they are an art installation and have been doused in eco-friendly paint to draw attention to climate change. How the Trees are supposed to do this, exactly, what connects their shocking lapis trunks and the declination of the planet—that I do not know. It’s an equation for greater minds than mine.
