Grady is planning to call and ask you out later this week.
Katie
And?
I don’t want you to answer.
Stop texting me from random apps, Asher. I blocked you for a reason.
And I don’t need your help with my love life.
You don’t have a love life, Katie.
Why do you even care if Grady calls me?
I don’t.
So, I’ll answer then. I appreciate the heads-up.
He’d be far worse than Brad for you.
Brad is a really good guy.
You should’ve saved that line for April Fool’s Day…
Don’t answer when he calls…
FINE.
Just this one time, I’ll take your word for it.
Hope you don’t think this little chat means we’re on good terms?
Of course not.
You can block me via this app now, too.
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Nine
PRESENT DAY
KATIE
According to our family’s legend, my mother wanted to name me Lucille as homage to Lucille Ball on theI Love Lucyshow. She’d long been obsessed with that show, and she swore I kicked her belly every time she watched the episodes.
She swore every move was “a sign from above.”
“No other name but Lucy will do,” she’d say, and after my dad watched her stomach shift during a Saturday-night marathon, he agreed.
However, my grandmother (her mother-in-law) despised that name. So much so that she promised to stop dropping by and critiquing her “terrible wife skills” so much if they named me after her instead.
A “Katie” onesie was waiting for me in the delivery room, and they settled on Lucille for my middle name.
On days like today, when I couldn’t seem to avoid a disaster to save my life, I wished they’d gone with her first choice…
