Atticus: BORING more please
Sammie: There isn’t more
Atticus: You’re lying
Sammie: No I’m not
Sammie: How would you even know?
Atticus: Because you’re now wondering how I could know that you’re keeping a secret from me :D:D:D sammie with nothing to hide wouldn’t give a fuck
Sammie: I’m not hiding anything
Sammie: However
Sammie: I am going down to the house with him this weekend
Atticus: Way to fucking bury the lede SAMANTHA
Sammie: I was going to tell you ATTIE
Sammie: But you didn’t give me five goddamn minutes to wrap my head around it all
Atticus: Fine, you’re off the hook
Atticus: Nervous?
Sammie: Yeah, a little
Sammie: A lot actually
Atticus: It’ll be fine
Atticus: Kieran’s a good guy.
Sammie: Make granny proud and pray for me
Atticus: Dear God, please help my sister to not make a fool of herself
Sammie: Go fuck yourself
Atticus: That’s what I have Kai for :D
9 YEARS AGO
A SIGH ECHOED out from the kitchen. Sammie had been heading down the hallway toward her room, her bed, and some much needed sleep. But at that sound, she decided to veer off into the kitchen, socked feet padding lightly on the linoleum floor.
Greta sat at their small table, mountains of paperwork spread before her, reading glasses perched on her nose. She didn’t look up when Sammie entered, absorbed fully in the work before her.
Sleep could wait a little longer.
Sammie filled the kettle with water, setting it to boil as she searched for her granny’s favorite peppermint tea in the cabinet. She frowned, not seeing it in the usual place. Atticus had a terrible habit of never putting things back where they belonged.
“Night, Granny!” Speak of the devil. Sammie turned to see her brother poking his head into the kitchen. His eyes met her own, a sleepy mirror.
“Where’s the tea?”
He thought for several long seconds, long enough that Sammie could feel a sigh building in her chest. Then he pointed. “Top shelf of the lazy Susan.”
