JFC
I asked Mom for a glossier gift card for my birthday and she blinked very slowly
I think that means the gift card will cover one half of one lip balm
Me:
What’s the goss at Camp Davidson
Grace:
No goss
My mom is driving me crazy
How am I supposed to drive Brayden to camp AND Mackenzie to swimming lessons AND go to work I am JUST ONE PERSON
WAIT
DID YOU MEET ETHAN
AHHHHH I ALMOST FORGOT
Me:
Uh
My phone buzzed with a video call, and laughing, I picked up. Grace’s face filled the screen, her wild hair all over the place, like a goldendoodle had taken a nap on her head. “So?” she demanded.
“It’s kind of a mess.”
“I expected no less,” she said. “What happened?”
I filled her in, and she responded with the appropriate amount of gasps and exclamations. “See!” she crowed at the end. “This is why you should have found pics of him before. You were being too stubborn.”
“Fine, I admit in thisone instancethat would have been smart. Anyway, what are you and everyone up to?”
“Just the same old.” She launched into stories of work and our friends before her tone shifted subtly. “And there’s a new girl hostessing.”
I straightened. Anytime anyone said “new girl” in that tone, it only meant one thing. “What’s she like?”
“Uh, she’s kinda quiet, but when she talks she has this super funny sense of humor…”
“And is she brilliant?” I teased, because Grace only went for people whose brains outshone the rest of ours.
“Maybe,” Grace said, laughing slightly. “She wants to study robotics.”
“Of course she does.”
We killed the next two hours talking, then watched an episode of our favorite ridiculous reality dating show before falling asleep. “Good night, darlink,” she said, yawning as the credits rolled. “Try not to cry too hard about being trapped in paradise for the summer.”
“I’ll only cry because I miss you,” I promised. “Love you.”
“Love you more,” she said, and we signed off. I burrowed deep into my new, borrowed bed and fell asleep.
***
Hours later, I woke in pitch black.
