“Allowed. The cat. If I’m getting one I should do it before the next round starts, so it settles in before I leave it with a sitter for a road trip.”
“That’s not a stupid question. That’s a plan.”
“It’s not a question at all. It’s a decision I’m apparently making out loud in a hotel bed.”
“Best place for it.” His thumb traces the shell of my ear. “What would you call it.”
“I don’t know yet. You don’t name a thing before you’ve met it. You don’t know what it is.”
“You named the goalposts before they’d done anything.”
“The goalposts earned it later. Go to sleep.”
It’s the most reckless thing I’ve ever done. Wanting out loud in a room that smells like every other room. No guarantee it was safe.
I told him the truest thing I own with the lights on. He took it weighted.
His heartbeat in my ear. No urge to rebuild anything tonight.
Its own kind of save. The kind nobody scores and everybody remembers.
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Five Hole Fiction #1
Thompson
okay last book is officially closed. we cried, Berger lied about finishing it, we move on
Berger
i finished it
Kowalski
you finished the last forty pages in the parking lot before we discussed it. i watched you
Berger
i finished it ON TIME relative to when it mattered
Marchetti
it's the playoffs. are we even doing a new one right now
Thompson
we are ALWAYS doing a new one. round one is not an excuse. my sister already sent the next pick
Kowalski
of course she did
[Lundy has been added to the chat by Fontenot]
Fontenot
he reads. nobody knew. i caught him with it on the bus
