And yet you’ve watched it with her multiple times, haven’t you?
Adam:
Well, yeah. It’s not her fault she only had sons.
Jolene:
I’m sure she wouldn’t trade you.
Adam:
No, she wouldn’t. So do I really have to wait two weeks before I get to see you again?
Jolene:
It won’t be that bad. I mean, think how many times you can watch Anne in two weeks.
Adam:
One and a half? It’s seriously long.
Jolene:
It’ll go by fast.
Adam:
It never does.
Jolene:
This time it will. Trust me.
Jolene
“Ican’t believe I fell asleep. I meant to call you at midnight, and I’m, like, twenty minutes late, but it still counts, right?”
“What counts?” Adam’s voice had a slightly gruff quality to it that tickled my senses when he spoke.
“You know. Happy birthday. Are you awake?”
“Yes, I’m awake. Someone programmed my phone to play a foghorn every time I get a call from you.” Adam’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I think you woke up my mom... Yep. I’llcallyourightback.” He hung up before I could say another word.
So far my plans weren’t turning out as I’d hoped. If Adam’s mom really was awake, she was going to make things a lot harder.
Minutes passed before my phone buzzed with a text.
Adam:
I think she went back to bed. Seriously with the foghorn?
Jolene:
I think you’re exaggerating. It didn’t sound that loud.
Adam:
Trust me, it did. If you were within a mile of my house, you’d have heard it.
