Wren:And legal here.
Sawyer:Are your parents there?
Wren:Yeah.
Wren:But Rory isn’t, which feels weird.
Wren:We’ve always spent Thanksgiving as the four of us.
Wren:Is your mom there?
Sawyer:Not this year.
Sawyer:Headed to Gus’s soon.
Wren:Say hi to him for me.
Sawyer:I will.
48
December
She’s probably not going to answer. She’s probably not going to answer. She’s?—
“Hello?”
“Hi. Hey.” I tilt my head back, tempted to bang my head against the side of Lucky’s, but worried it’s quiet enough out here that she’ll be able to hear. “You busy?”
It’s as silent on her end as it is on mine.
“Nope,” she answers. “You?”
“Yeah. I’m talking to you.”
She laughs, and my lips curve up in response to the sound. “Where are you?”
“Outside Lucky’s. You?”
“Zurich. InSwitzerland.”
“I might not have a passport, Wren, but I know where Zurich is.”
“You don’t have a passport?”
“No. I’ve never been outside the US.”
“Now I know what to get you for Christmas next year.”
I clear my throat. “I still can’t believe what you got me this year.”
“It wasn’t a big deal,” she tells me. “My grandfather’s sports agency represents him. It was easy to get.”
“It was a big deal to me. How’d you know he was my favorite player?”
“You have a Caleb Winters poster on the back of your bedroom door.”
“Oh. Right.” I exhale, watching the white cloud of my breath linger in the air for a few moments. It’s fucking freezing out here. “I sent your gift to New York. I thought you’d be back there.”
