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Which one?
Which one what?
Poppy
Which one will haunt you? I’m guessing you’ll feel your mom’s death way longer than a D.
I swallow hard. I should have realized she would understand better than most. Perhaps even better than I do. Does her astrology and crystals give her more insight than most? Maybe I’ll have to get myself a stone or two and start reading my horoscope.
Yeah, Ithink you’re right.
Poppy
Here’s the thing. If an employer can’t look at the rest of your grades and spot an anomaly, then you’re probably too smart to work for them.
I stare at my phone, a cold sweat breaking out all over my skin. I’m not sure what I expected to get out of this texting relationship, but it wasn’t this. Who expects to get therapy from a virtual stranger? (In two ways…) Should I send her some money for services rendered because I haven’t felt this seen in years?
Poppy
Are you there, or are you exercising your right to terminate the texts?
No. I was just thinking.
Poppy
Good thinking or bad thinking?
I smile at her reference to my “good weird or bad weird” from the other day.
Totally good thinking.
Poppy
(GIF of a minion in a crown dropping a mic.) Then I probably should say goodbye before I ruin a good thing. Yanno, leave on a high note.
If you must go…
Poppy
The jury is still deliberating, but I think I’ll be back.
(GIF of Napoleon Dynamite saying yesss.)
Poppy hearts the gif. There are no more dancing dots. Which makes me sad? Or maybe just lonely. But either way, I think I need to investigate things more. I’m not so sure the crystals and astrology are the non-starters I thought they might be.
CHAPTER 17
POPPY
Pisces, you’re in the flow today and there’s little reason for you to overexert yourself. With very little effort, you’ll have the good fortune of enjoying this day. But keep in mind that if you decide to accomplish something, you’ll be extremely successful. You’re totally in sync with today’s energy.
I wake up,still smiling from the night before. Not only did I have an injury-free dinner with Keaton, but I had a fun text conversation with Lincoln. It was a pleasant night all around. And now I have today off work. Iamin the flow.
I flop back onto my pillow and stare up at the ceiling. I wonder what Keaton’s doing today? Likely working. And I shouldn’t be wondering anyhow. He’s a tourist. He’s off limits.
My brow creases. But is he really?—my brain challenges me. He lives here four days out of every week. He spends more time in Utah than in New Hampshire. So, does the rule still apply to him?
I shake my head. He lives in a hotel. Hotel equals tourist.
