Page 48 of Forgotten Romance

Am I being too selfish in wanting it all or nothing?

I don’t like that I automatically know the answer to that question.

But both ways I look at it, waiting for him or traveling with him, have a distinctly difficult future ahead.

Finding someone else would be the easy option.

Too bad there’s no one like Davey.

DMC GROUP CHAT

Art: Christmas Party! Ho, ho, ho, motherfuckers!

Keller: Are you already into the eggnog? And did you save some for us?

Art: Can confirm mild tipsy, much eggnog.

Payne: You drank much eggnog, or there’s much left over?

Mack: Save some for me! I need a good night out.

Payne: Better not go to Art’s party then, bu-dum-ch.

Art: Did someone say something about bums?

Orson: Literally no one.

Mack: I miss Davey’s bum.

Art: So many bums! I’m crying. We’re all in the festive spirit!

Payne: I’m scared to ask what bums have to do with Christmas.

Keller: Couldn’t help yourself though, huh?

Art: Gather rounde ye numpties. There once was a songe called Little Drummer Boye, and people from all across ye lande sangeth of his bume.

Orson: I could be wrong (I’m not) but aren’t the lyrics “pa-rum-pum-pum-pum?”

Art: No, they’re “his bum bum bum buuuuum!”

Keller: And you’ll be singing this for us tonight, correct?

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Davey

“Shit, no, Van!” I chase the little monster through the house. He’s done the dash from the shower, and his naked little body is sending water everywhere.

I throw the towel his way and miss, making him squeal and dart into the kitchen.

“Watch it! I almost dropped a pan on your head,” I hear Mack shriek.

Already exhausted, I scoop up the towel and hurry to hunt Van down.

I find him crouching under the dining room table, his constant giggles giving him away.

“Not cool.”

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