Me:Hey Dad
Dad:Hi, honey. Is something wrong?
Me:Everything’s fine
Me:I have something to say
Me:But I just want to say it over text
Me:If I talk I’ll cry and I don’t want to cry
Dad:Okay.
Me:I decided to come to your wedding
Dad:That’s wonderful. You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that.
Me:Yeah ok
Dad:Are you sure I can’t call you? Texting is a poor medium for conveying joy.
Me:God you’re such a nerd dad professor
Me:Please don’t call. I get how happy you are
Dad:Okay, sweetheart.
Dad:You know Shirley’s shower is next Sunday. Would I be pushing it to ask you to go to that too?
Me:Yes that’s definitely pushing it
Me:But I’ll go
Dad:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me:That’s a lot of exclamation points dad
Dad:It really is such a poor medium for communication.
Me:You gotta get some emojis in there
Dad:Not in a million years.
Dad:I love you very much, Evie.
Me:
CHAPTER 42
Uncomfortable Silences
SHIRLEY’S WEDDING SHOWERis “themed,” which is a fancy way of saying it’s a costume party. We’re supposed to dress like we’re going to afternoon tea at Buckingham Palace.
For the occasion, Danica’s wearing some sort of vintage, sleeveless, pink-and-white-flower-patterned silk dress. She’s also wearing an elaborate hat sculpture. I see a hummingbird and hibiscus flowers nestled in her Afro. It sounds ridiculous but looks incredible. Choosing the perfect outfit for every occasion is her superpower.
My outfit is nothing special, just a beige skirt and a gauzy pale-yellow blouse. I (briefly, very briefly) considered wearing funeral black. I’ve talked myself out of going to this thing at least two times in the past week. Both times, X talked me back into it.
