My butt hurts.
Adam:
You’ll get better.
Jolene:
I can’t get worse.
Adam:
That’s what I meant.
Jolene:
It hurts more than it had to.
Adam:
Everybody falls. You got back up.
I waited for her to respond, but minutes ticked by and nothing. My thumbs hovered over my screen but I didn’t know what else to say.
Jolene:
Check your email.
A smile bloomed on my face when I opened my inbox, and right at the top was an email from Jolene with the subject lineEssay.
Jolene:
Turns out you have to land on your butt exactly 429 times before you realize that it hurts a lot less if you let someone help you.
Jolene:
Fair warning, my essay is not good. If your eyes start bleeding at any point you can stop reading.
Adam:
They won’t.
Jolene:
They might.
Adam:
Thanks for letting me read it.
Jolene:
Don’t do it right now!
Jolene:
Adam?
Adam:
