Kitty crosses her arms. “I’ll give you the money, but first you have to tell me about that boy from this morning. Your boyfriend.” #101 | | |
I groan. “What do you want to know?” #102 | | |
“I want to know how you got together.” #103 | | |
“We used to be friends back in middle school, remember? We’d all hang out in the Pearces’ tree house sometimes.” Kitty gives me a blank shrug. “Well, remember that day I got in a car accident?” Kitty nods. “Well, Peter was driving by, and he stopped and helped me. And we just . . . reconnected. It was fate.” Actually, this is good practice, telling Kitty this story. I’ll tell Chris the same story tonight. #104 | | |
“That’s it? That’s the whole story?” #105 | | |
“Hey, that’s a pretty good story,” I say. “I mean, a car accident is very dramatic, plus our history together.” #106 | | |
Kitty just says, “Hmm,” and she leaves it at that. #107 | | |
We have sausage and mushroom pizza for dinner, and when I broach the idea of Pizza Mondays, Daddy is quick to agree. I think he’s remembering my bo ssam mac and cheese. #108 | | |
It’s a relief that Kitty spends most of dinner talking about her field trip and all I have to do is chew on my pizza. I’m still thinking about what Manda said and wondering if maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. #109 | | |
When Kitty pauses to inhale her slice, Daddy turns to me and says, “Did anything interesting happen to you today?” #110 | | |
I swallow my mouthful of pizza. “Um . . . not really.” #111 | | |
Later that night I fix myself a bubble bath and soak in the tub for so long Kitty bangs on the door twice to check if I’ve fallen asleep. Once I almost do. #112 | | |
I’ve just drifted off when my phone buzzes. It’s Chris. I hit ignore, but then it keeps buzzing, and buzzing, and buzzing. I finally just pick up. #113 | | |
“Is it true?” she screams. #114 | | |
I hold the phone away from my ear. “Yes.” #115 | | |
“Oh my gawd. Tell me everything.” #116 | | |
“Tomorrow, Chris. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Good night.” #117 | | |
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