Page 39 of Love Undecided
I have to smile when she says that, even though I know she can’t hear it through the phone. There’s just something about her voice. Her laugh. Her thoughts. It makes me feel all put back together again.
“I guess it’s better than water waster,” I say.
“Liquid looter,” she says.
“Bath burglar.”
“Agua abductor.”
“Tub taker.”
“Washing withdrawer,” she says as her voice dissolves into hysterics, she’s laughing so hard.
I love that sound. The sound of her laughter. If I could pick one sound to hear for the rest of my life, that would be it.
“Okay, okay, stop, you’re killing me, smalls,” she says.The Sandlotreference is a favorite quote of hers. “I forget how much fun you are sometimes,” she says, her voice much softer this time.
“Kat –” I start, but she interrupts me.
“Um, okay, well, I gotta go. But I’ll call you if we need the file. Thanks, I appreciate it! Bye.”
She disconnects before I have a chance to say anything else. I’m not sure what I would have said had she not interrupted, but I would have rather had that chance and still be on the line with her, than standing here on the side of the fire station holding a silent phone.
