I’ll read it tomorrow.
Jolene:
Now my butt hurts and I feel nauseous.
Adam:
Night, Jo.
Jolene:
Thanks, Adam.
I immediately read Jolene’s essay.
My eyes didn’t bleed once.
IN BETWEEN
Jolene:
Forget everything you were going to do today. I have a plan.
Adam:
I feel like I need to be alarmed.
Jolene:
The word you were looking for is excited. I would also have accepted super psyched.
Adam:
You do know that we have school today.
Jolene:
And tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. You can’t tell me you’re looking forward to that.
Adam:
My mom’s an incredible cook and I make a mean sweet potato pie.
Jolene:
And I like eating my weight in mashed potatoes. Doesn’t change that fact that I’d rather stick a fork in my eye than share a meal with my mom and her boyfriend. Also save me a piece of sweet potato pie.
Adam:
That’s what you’re doing? Nothing with your dad and Shelly?
Jolene:
I’d rather stick two forks in the same eye and do something equally terrible to the other. Thankfully, no. Not this year. Are you seeing your dad?
Adam:
No. We’re driving out to my grandparents’ and it’s a long drive.
