Page 23 of Unrivaled Love
It feels fucking fantastic.
D.C. is basically at sea level so I always bloat the first few days back home as I adjust to the altitude. I pull the pack of anti-flatulence pills out of the junk drawer where we keep a supply. I pop one out and swallow it dry before I make myself a sandwich. Promising myself a cookie after something nutritious.
I open the left side of the fridge and reach in for the turkey as I check my texts now that I’ve connected to the house Wi-Fi again.
CROSBY
I’m in love.
FELIX
What? How? I just saw you last night and you didn’t mention anything!
CROSBY
image of a pair of custom painted Crocs featuring his number on one and The Stanley Cup on the other.
DUNCAN
Are you seriously texting us about your fucking crocs?
AIDEN
Muting you again. It’s the crack of dawn.
DUNCAN
The time difference makes Young Gun evengrumpier.
FELIX
He’s not grumpy, he's trying to enjoy some downtime.
CROSBY
I wonder if he could get me some European Crocs.
EMMETT
Stop talking about him like he’s not on this text thread.
CROSBY
Oh yeah, sorry Young Gun.
Chuckling, I drop a slice of turkey straight into my mouth and let it flap against my chin so I can type out a response with both thumbs but I'm interrupted by the sound of the patio door sliding open behind me.
I freeze.
What do I do now?
Bears can’t open patio doors can they?
Do I make noise? Or pretend I’m not here?
Why does the idea of the bear coming to munch the other half of this turkey slice make me want to laugh?
I shouldn’t laugh.
