“No. I don’t hate football. Go.” I nodded to Jamie. “Go home and scratch yourself. I hope you get a heavy dose of the rash on your t-e-s-t-i-c-l-e-s.”
“Testicles?” Shayna looked up at me.
My jaw plummeted to the ground. Jamie snickered.
“Forgot to mention we’ve been working a lot on spelling. She’s really smart.”
My lips twisted. “Hmm… yes, she is.”
“What are testicles?”
“A part of the body only boys have.”
“Like a penis?”
I sighed. There really was no use trying to do anything but be honest with Ms. Smarty Pants. “Yes. Testicles are close friends with the penis.”
She nodded with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“So… you’re good?” Jamie was halfway to the elevator.
“Peachy, just peachy.” I glared at him then smiled at Shayna.
Lake:Shayna has chicken pox. Neither Jamie nor Everson have had them so I’m not going to SF tomorrow because I have a little, itchy roommate for the next week or until she’s no longer contagious.
Cage:I heard. Banks is staying at a hotel for the night until his cleaning lady can decontaminate his place in the morning.
Lake:Pathetic. Have you had them?
Cage:Of course. How are you feeling?
I laughed.There it was.
Lake:Hungry. I have no food in the house since I was planning on leaving town, but now I’m not.
Cage:Got it.
A well-earned eye roll followed his text.
Lake:Please don’t send Flint to the store for me.
Cage:Why not?
Lake:It’s not his job.
Cage:His job is whatever I say it is for the day.
Lake:He doesn’t know what to get.
Cage:I’ll tell him.
Lake:You don’t know.
Cage:Marshmallows, bread, flax waffles, almond milk, chocolate hazelnut butter, green-tip bananas, ripe avocados, organic eggs, low sodium Spanish rice… I know what you eat.;) I’ll have him get itch stuff for Shayna along with hummus and carrots for her. Banks said she eats a ton of it. Work calls. I’ll come by later. 9 ish.
Lake:Don’t forget to love me.
Cage:Impossible.
