Page 20 of One Small Spark
Yeah, well. Misery loves company. Even fictional company.
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Ada: Just a quick note to welcome Wren into the group
Rosetta: We loved having you join us
Isabel: It was a delight
Barb: I still say we should have an agenda with talking points laid out
Nora: The pie was delicious
Wren: Thanks again!
Fran: Can’t wait to see what happens next time [teary emoji]
Nora: What are you crying for?
Fran: I meant to use the winking face [sad emoji]
Nora: That’s not it
Fran: I don’t have my readers on
Rosetta: Feel free to reach out if you need anything, Wren
Isabel: There’s always someone in the group ready to lend a hand
Ada: Some closer than others
Fran: Whatever it might be!
Ada: We’reall happy to help
Ada: Isn’t that right, Shepherd?
Wren: I’m good, thanks
Shepherd: Whatever it might be
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She’s secretly obsessedwith him, too?
She’s secretly obsessed with him, too?
It’s been two days, and I can’t get Callahan’s smug voice out of my head. I’ve tried listening to audiobooks, ASMR, and even two-thousands-era boy bands to wash it out. No dice. It’s stuck in my brain like baked-on grease on a cookie sheet.
It doesn’t help that his voice is pure chocolate, all rich and smooth. Everything would be easier if he had a squeaky, high-pitched voice, not this low monstrosity that would make me crave the sound if it weren’t attached to him.
The other part, the part he said first…that’seasier to forget. He’s not obsessed with me. That’s just part of what we do. We needle and get under each other’s skin and say things that sound like some kind of confession, but it’s all leading up to the real punchline: thatI’msecretly into him.
Obsessed.
Ha.
