“Still, gross, but I’ll sit next to you and admire your can-peelingtechnique.”
“Whenever I get a migraine, I vomit,” Icontinue.
“I’m a doctor. I’ve been vomited on more times than I can remember. I can hold your hairback.”
“I have a horrible singing voice and I like to sing loudly on long car trips. Oh, and I know all the words to every popular song thereis.”
“That’s so funny,” he says, leaning up against the wall as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I do the same exactthing.”
I find myself looking from side to side, trying to think of another terrible habit I have. “I own fifty pairs ofshoes.”
“I’d be interested to know what you need them for, each individually, ofcourse.”
“Ugh, forget it. You are infuriating,” I tell him. “Oh, I know, I like to pick little fights alot.”
“Noted, but that can make a relationship stronger,” he rebuts with a grin. “Plus, you’re adorable when you get mad. Your nose scrunches up, and your voicesqueaks.”
“I can’t handle you right now,” Iargue.
He lowers his arms and wraps one of them around my back, pulling me into him as he places a quick kiss on my lips. “I’ll see you a little later,crazy.”
“Me? I’mcrazy?”
“Just a little.” He pinches my chin between his fingers and jiggles my face from side toside.
I slowly fall prisoner to the walk of shame back into Grams’s room, finding her beaming, of course. “I just knew it. It’s a talent Ihave.”
“Grams,” I say, trying to hold onto the angered inflection in myvoice.
“Emma, please sit down and continue reading to me. The faster you get through the book, the faster I can move on with my life.” I have a sad feeling I know what she means by that, and I’d like to think that’s not how this is going togo.
“Don’t say that,” I tellher.
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere until you marry that man. Don’tworry.”
I roll my eyes and grab the diary from my bag. “I left off at the part where you were country hopping,” I tell her before opening thebook.
“Oh, and that was quite atrip.”
