Page 38 of The Sweet Spot

Dear Arlo

From: Wren Angelos

To: Arlo Janvier

Subject: I told her!

Hey Arlo,

I told Mom. She freaked out a little, but she’s warming to the idea.

I have to run to class, but I wanted to let you know.

Wren

P.S. I’ve been listening to the podcast you suggested, where they read letters as if they were written by historical figures.

My faves so far:

Briseis’ letter to Achilles after she’s taken from him,

and Esther, from the Bible. She was areal badass.

From: Arlo Janvier

To: Wren Angelos

Subject: re: I told her!

Dear Wren,

I’m not surprised your mother was upset, as she’s probably feeling a little protective over you. Let me know if she’d like to talk, hopefully I can put her at ease.

I’ve been listening to your podcasts, too. Didn’t think I’d have the stomach for true crime, but it’s an addictive genre…

talk soon,

Arlo

Wren

Spring

Emails with Arlo finally turn into phone calls. The first time he calls me, one evening when my classes are over, I’m so nervous I almost let it go to voicemail. But I don’t. His voice is deep, his accent not as French. Obviously. I mean, it’s not French at all because despite his name—Arlo Janvier—he’s pretty American. He was born in New York City!

For Christmas, he sends me a gorgeous photography book about Paris and NYC hoodie, promising to one day bring me to both places. The thought of going anywhere with him is a little weird, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Mom knows we’re in close contact, even though she’s not thrilled about it. I try to give her space. I don’t want my enthusiasm to overwhelm her, just as much as I don’t want her reticence dampening my enthusiasm.

And then, right before spring break, I get another email.

From: Arlo Janvier

To: Wren Angelos

Subject: Guess what?

Heya Wren,

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