Lucy
You’re proving my point here.
TJ
lol touché.
FYI, I’m on the plane now, so I’m going to shut my phone off soon and try to sleep … pregame flight ritual.
Lucy
I can let you go now.
TJ
Not yet.
Shoot. Did that sound pathetic? Did I come on too strong? Too demanding?
Lucy
Okay. You tell me when.
I smile, grateful that Lucy seems to be enjoying texting with me as much as I amwith her. I settle into my seat.
TJ
Other than critiquing my highlight reel, what are you up to today?
Lucy
Nothing very exciting. Hanging out at home.
I wonder if she does anything for work. She probably doesn’t have to. Based on what I read, if she’s entitled to any of the Dupree social media fortune, she’s financially set. That, and if her dad had life insurance, she wouldn’t have to work a day in her life. I don’t peg Lucy as the type of person to sit around and twiddle her thumbs.
TJ
Hmmm. You say that, but what I’m hearing is you’re about to write the next great American novel ...
Bubbles pop up on my screen, but then they disappear. I hold my breath, then chuckle when her message finally comes through.
Lucy
INCORRIGIBLE
The announcement comes over the intercom to put our devices into airplane mode, and that’s my cue. I’ll send off one last message to Lucy before settling in for a nap. Somehow, I think I’m about to have some very sweet dreams. The thought should freak me out, but I’m in too good a mood to care.
TJ
And yet you won’t deny it. So you’re saying there’s a chance …
My fingers hover over the keys. I don’t know how to end this conversation.
Warmly.
Sincerely.
Have a great day.
