Shelby:I’m not talking to him. I’m mad at him too.
Jake:Want to know what’s crazy? David from the Bible is one of the big, important people. But he’s always telling God off in the Psalms.
Jake:If you don’t believe me, you should read them. That really used to confuse me when I was younger.
Jake:I thought all the people in the Bible were perfect and that’s why they were in there. But David did a lot of bad stuff and in some of the Psalms he’s asking God to break people’s teeth and stuff. He doesn’t sound very nice.
Jake:But I think the fact that he kept talking to God, maybe that’s what made him great? Not perfect. But great.
Jake:Anyway. Once I started thinking about that, it made me want to talk to God more, even if I’m mad or don’t think things are fair.
Jake:Sorry if that all sounded preachy. You can do what you want.
Shelby:It didn’t sound preachy. I’ll think about it. Maybe I should yell at God instead of giving him the silent treatment? That just sounds weird. But if David did it…we’ll see.
Shelby:Do you like dogs?
Jake:I’ve never had one. Don’t like cats. I could handle a dog. Especially if it’s your dog. I’m partial to all things Shelby.
Jake:Tell me about him.
Jake:Or…her???
Jake:What’s his name?
Shelby:Not telling his name. I kind of love him. Is that weird?
Jake:Nope. I think falling in love is best done fast. Is that weird?
Shelby leanedup against the door of the truck as she read this text. Her smile couldn’t have been bigger. City nudged her hand and she scratched his ears while trying to think of a response. Did she want to hope? Her fingers hesitated above the screen. She stood there so long, debating, that City pawed at her thigh, whining.
“Just a sec, boy. I have to send the perfect text.” He lay down at her feet, head on his paws, his rust-colored fur looking almost red in the fading sunlight. What was the perfect text to send? His were flirty, but he hadn’t come out and said anything that she could count on. She had a nervous hope, but it was still just that. Loose and not firm. But she wanted him to know that she was there and that she had hope for something more. She didn’t want their story to be over yet.
Shelby smiled and began to type.
Shelby:I named my dog City.