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Skye: I’m intrigued. Commence SamStorm
Sally: I’m still not over how big that bruise is. I want to see the X-rays!
Well, I got whacked, then I was freezing.
Realized I was in the water and couldn’t catch my breath
Then Emerson jumped in after me.
My phone is silent for a beat, and I can imagine every single one of my sisters, holding their phones, each reacting in their own way, rereading the text a couple times. Messages incoming in three, two, one—
Skye: Emerson CLARK????
Sally: You’re joking
Susan: He jumped . . . in the ocean????
Sadie: Even *I* can’t imagine this. Tell us more!
Me: Yes, Susan, the ocean LOL.
He jumped in and swam to me
He was afraid I’d hit my head and might be knocked out
I was struggling to breathe since my lungs were hit so hard
He held me up and then grabbed on to the life preserver
And they pulled us in
Skye: Again, are you sure this was Emerson CLARK, our CFO?
Susan: See, I told you he’s a good guy!
Sadie: Okay, definitely book-worthy. Was it as romantic as it sounds?
Sally: Romantic? With that robot? [Thumbs down emoji]
Skye: This is Sam we’re talking about, of course she thought it was romantic
It might’ve been if I could, you know, BREATHE
Lot of talk about Emerson and romance
Not enough
“OMG Sam you could’ve died!”
“What would we do without you!”
“Our favorite sister!”
Skye: Are you naming your future children yet?
Susan: NO she is not. She’s off men, remember!
Sally: Does he even qualify as a man [Snowman emoji]
