Page 33 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
He. Did. Not.
Jackie:High definition photos taken by the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter have shown evidence of the Apollo landing site and the actual tracks left by the astronauts. In addition, the photographic evidence also reveals that five of the six flags put up by the Apollo 11 crew still stand on the moon today.
Flynn:Photoshop.
Jackie:Seriously. Stop texting me.
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Rose and Trishhave stayed in contact all week. Though I’m careful not to tell Rose when I get off work, in case she decides to tell Flynn. I don’t need him showing up again. At least, I tell myself that, even though I miss his car. Just his car.
I’m thinking our recent texting is safer than face-to-face contact. Even if he is the world’s most annoying texter.
I’ve actually had to call my cell phone provider andchange my plan to unlimited texting. The phone guy was astounded that I hadn’t already had that plan. Like I’m the only holdout in the world of continuous texting under the age of thirty.
Rose says she’s turning over a new leaf, which includes ditching toxic friends. I’m not entirely sure what that means, except that I must not be toxic as she’s declared us new besties. This both delights and frightens me. Trish is new to the area and seems amused to be besties with a twenty-one-year-old co-ed and a NASA geek.
I guess I’m turning one over myself. I’ve started looking at houses for sale in the area, and even called my financial planner about liquefying some of my investments. A new car and a house don’t come cheap.
Jules would be so proud of me if she wasn’t too busy being distracted with the potential failings of the ISS. Luckily, there haven’t been any more random failures with the EX-2 since our last meeting.
I keep thinking about the cherry red GTO and Flynn’s Mustang. I’ve done a bit of research, and though not necessarily expensive to buy, the upkeep on vintage cars is a pain. My research also shows that although relatively new to the area, Flynn’s garage is the best reviewed and most trusted in a sixty-mile radius for rebuilds and maintenance on vintage cars. I’m not sure any car is worth putting myself in Flynn’s hands, albeit mechanical, in the future.
Rose never mentions Flynn.Part of me wants to ask her, “What the heck is with your brother?” But the bigger part of me doesn’t want her to take sides. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure family trumps the girl who drove you home after getting shit-faced. Declared bestie or not.
Work is stressful, but the girls keep me amused via group text.
Trish:Did you ever get boots?
Jackie:No
Rose:How do you not have boots?
Trish:She’s an engineer. Engineers don’t have cowboy boots.
Rose:That’s racist.
Jackie:I’m pretty sure that is not the definition of racist.
Rose:It should be.
Trish:You can borrow mine. See how you like them.
Jackie:That’s okay.
Trish:What? My boots not good enough for you?
Jackie:No. That’s not it.
Trish:Then what is it? You don’t like my style?
Rose:You’ve gone and pissed off the Southern midget now, Jackie.
Trish:I’m not a midget, damn it!
Rose:Tell me the truth, did you stomp your tiny foot after you texted that?
Trish:I hate you.
