Page 70 of Crashing into Love

“I guess I have my weird laundry thing, too. Maybe some people would find that strange.”

“Doesn’t count. Something good, Drew,” Selma suggested.

“I like mayonnaise on my toast at breakfast sometimes.”

“I’m sorry… What?” Selma laughed and had to grab a drink of her water.

“In the morning, if I’m at home, I’ll make toast and squeeze mayo on it.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Do you like BLTs?”

“Sure.”

“Same thing: toasted bread with mayo.”

“But it’s not. That’s breakfast. And BLTs are for lunch or maybe dinner. Besides, you have the bacon, lettuce, and tomato on there to cut the mayo.”

“Well, I said it was weird.”

“Do I have to watch you eat mayo toast when I stay with you next time? I’m not making that for you at the hotel.” Selma shook her head and laughed.

Drew smiled because Selma was talking about them seeing each other again, and not for snowboarding but because she wanted them to hang out.

“I won’t eat it when you’re there. How about that?”

“You can eat it, but maybe when I’m not looking. Is that better?”

“Sure,” Drew agreed and thought about her stuffing her face full of toast while Selma still slept in her bed.

“I’ll see you next week either way, though.”

“Yes, you will. Maybe we’ll be in the same heat.”

“Maybe. I’ll try not to make you fall this time,” Selma replied.

“Oh, you’ll just try?” Drew chuckled.

“No promises.” Selma shrugged again, and it was adorable.

“I’m guessing that I know the answer to this one, but is Gia coming with you?”

“No, she has school. It’s actually hard for her right now, which is a good thing, so I don’t want to risk it.”

“It got hard?”

“She’s still doing well. She just has to actually work now, which is what I want. I’ve never wanted everything to come easily to her. I feel like kids who have it too easy never really appreciate what they have because they didn’t have to work for it. She used to come home with straight As and just kind of roll her eyes at the whole thing. Now, she’s really working for those As and asking me to hang things on the fridge, so it’s working; whatever they’re doing.”

“That’s amazing, Selma. Have you talked to Heather again?”

“No, but I’m in the group she told me about, and it’s been helpful. Most of us are all dealing with the same things. She misses you; you know,” Selma said.

“Gia?”

Selma didn’t say anything for a second. Then, she nodded.

“Yeah, Gia misses you a lot.”

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