Me: Sounds like a good way to commemorate your departure. What does this one say?
Echo: Hot for teacher.
Echo: On my ass.
Me: It does not.
Echo: (Laughing face emoji)
Me: Are you packed and ready for your move?
Echo: Ha. I left all my favorite stuff at the cabin.
Echo: I had to make Asha take me shopping for a whole new workout wardrobe.
Me: I should have sent you your clothes. Shit. I’m sorry.
Me: I can send them to Tilburg. You’re taking the apartment, right?
Echo: Yeah.
Echo: Is that still okay?
Me: Yes, of course.
Echo: Thank fuck. My parents would freak if I had to find a new place to live.
Echo: I think they’re getting sick of me.
Me: I doubt that.
Echo: They weren’t too happy when my therapist made them come in for a family session.
Me: You’re seeing a therapist?
Echo: A couple of times, yeah. It was Asha’s idea. She thought I should talk to someone about all the Gabe stuff. Probably had something to do with the hole I punched in her wall.
Me: Is it helping? The therapy?
Echo: I think so.
Me: Am I allowed to be proud of you?
Echo: Always.
Echo: I’m kinda proud of myself.
Me: How are you liking the apartment?
Echo: You should have warned me it doesn’t have air conditioning.
Me: There are fans in the back hallway closet.
Echo: I know. Reggie already showed me.
Me: Shouldn’t you be calling her Ms. Blake or something?
Echo: She also showed me the David Bowie video.