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I think you would like some of John Grisham’s work. It’s not scary or gruesome. It’s just edge-of-your-seat engaging. I finishedThe Whistler. Spoiler alert: the whistleblower is way more enmeshed than you first suspect. Though, I thought he might be. And the intricacies of how Grisham weaves relationships together in this story are brilliant. I might just talk about it on the podcast even though it’s an older release and has nothing to do with what I had planned for the coming episodes.
A major takeaway: the “good guys” aren’t always good—and maybe the bad guys aren’t as bad as they seem. Are you following me here? ;)
And, for the record, I agree that no one family should dictate the progress of a community. That’s lopsided and ends up hurting innocent people who have spent their lives doing nothing but blessing the people around them.
I hope you had a sweet sleep the other night. I haven’t been sleeping so well lately.
- BTTP
I don’t delay answering him. I’m not over here being coy. Making him work for it doesn’t mean playing games. And for some reason, he’s the one person I want to connect with tonight.
Dear BTTP:
Sorry about the sleeplessness. That word always reminds me of one of my favorite romcoms:Sleepless in Seattle.
And, thanks to you, I now have images of frisking a member of that unmentionable family. The frisking was meant to be metaphorical and would never happen in real life—ever.
In other news, I started a new job today. I won’t tell you what it is, but I’ll say that I haven’t switched jobs in so long that I felt like an alien in my environment. Maybe one day you’ll know where I work. No promises. Ball’s in your court.
How was your day? Any new topics for the podcast? The Grisham book sounds interesting. And I might read one of his novels after hearing your thoughts on this one. Obviously, I won’t be readingThe Whistlersince a certainwhistleblower gave the spoiler away. ;)
I’m not sleepy yet tonight. If you happen to get this and want to DM instead of emailing, I’m here.
- M&M
I open our direct messages, keeping my eye on both my emails and DMs in case he uses either. Am I overeager to hear from him? Maybe a little. He doesn’t disappoint—not online, at least.
BTTP:You’re up late too, huh?
M&M:Apparently. My brain didn’t get the memo that it’s bedtime. Maybe starting a new job has me amped up.
BTTP:My brain’s on strike. Keeps looping ideas on how to win over a certain woman in my town.
M&M:I’m of the opinion one can never spend too much time thinking about how to win a woman over. Sleep can wait.
BTTP: It doesn’t help that alongside my preoccupation with this woman, the same song has been running through my head all night.
M&M:Do I need to guess the title, or will you tell me?
BTTP:I’ll give you a hint: acoustic guitar, lyrics that make you think the writer had one person in mind.
M&M:That narrows it down to every song ever written by a man—or woman—with a guitar.
BTTP:Fair point. It’s a romantic song. Does that help?
M&M:Well, that really narrows it down.
M&M:Hang on. I’m not logging off. I’m just craving popcorn. I don’t know why. I already ate a slice of pizza.
BTTP:Popcorn sounds great. I’ll wait for you to come back. And pizza from The Pizza Den?
M&M:Yes. It’s so weird that you know that place.
BTTP:Grew up eating it.
M&M:I’ll be right back.
I reluctantly walk away from my laptop, put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and literally tap my foot while I wait for it to pop.
