VIENNA: I hate that promise
MONTANA: Please?
ASPEN: I hate it more when he says please. I’m picturing the puppy dog eyes.
VIENNA: That’s the worst
MONTANA: Say it
ASPEN: Promise.
VIENNA: Promise big brother.
I letmy phone drop down beside me and close my eyes, a headache creeping into my brain.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
JENSEN: Are you okay?
MASON: Shit man—after all that nice stuff I said about forever and stages of love and life
JENSEN: Too soon man
MASON: Shit sorry
MONTANA: Do I even want to know how you fools know something even happened?
ARCHER: Probably not
ARCHER: But also are you okay?
BODHI: I held them off as long as I could
That last messagehas the ghost of a smile gracing my lips. The levity is appreciated.
JENSEN: I’m the sheriff—I know everything
ARCHER: Your sister texted Bea
MONTANA: Figures. Traitors—both of them.
ARCHER: They’re just worried about you and so are we
MONTANA: You can’t be that worried it’s been like an hour
MONTANA: And we’re gonna be fine
JENSEN: Want me to ticket her dad? Jaywalking? Failure to stop at a stop sign?
MASON: Blackstone Falls has a Jaywalking statute?
JENSEN: Of course it does, don’t be ridiculous
MASON: Well, then you must be writing tickets all day because I saw at least fifteen chickens swerving all over the downtown
ARCHER: Jamison’s cows too
JENSEN: Stay out of it