Page 94 of Girls Will Be Girls
I will not be seen with a non-dresser-upper-er
Louisa:
Way to put pressure on a girl
How do I know if it’s acceptable?
Buck:
If you answer yes to ‘Would Dolly wear this?’ then it’s acceptable.
Louisa:
This town better have a good rhinestone selection…
It’s nice being in a good mood first thing in the morning. It’s nice not being able to help smiling when I think about why I’m in a good mood. When I think about yesterday. When I think about Lou.
Everything about our boat trip was amazing. Not only am I loving every moment I get with him, but Lou and Otto seemed to bury a part of the hatchet yesterday. They were both friendly, brotherly almost.
I, however, am getting to the stage of feeling so desperate for him to touch me for real that I think it’s becoming necessary for my wellbeing.
I think we should both be given sainthoods for resisting each other last night. For getting out of the water naked, Lou pulling his shorts on, and me wearing his t-shirt, then walking back to our respective lodges and saying goodnight like mature adults.
We. Are.Saints.
Lou was gone by the time I was up this morning. Now that I know about his insomnia, it makes sense that he would be up and outta here at the crack of dawn. It also makes me unbearably needy to take care of him. I was up googling insomnia last night in bed just to learn more about it.
I wonder if the stress from his job, which he doesn’t actually appear to enjoy that much, might be the cause for it. But if that’s the only thing, then why wouldn’t he just quit? I’m itching to pick and prod him until he tells me everything so I can help fix it.
After the welcome interruption at my door last night, I didn’t actually finish writing up my notes or drafting all the parts of my articles I wanted to.
To limit distraction at home, I’ve ventured out to a coffee shop in town in my best Chessy fromThe Parent Trapoutfit to get some work done. The soft music playing and the unlimited amount of sugar in my berry blast ice cooler are keeping my mind on the task at hand.
Until I’m interrupted by a familiar face coming down to sit opposite me.
“Well hi.” He says.
“Otto.” I close my laptop. “How are you?”
I feel slightly unsure about how I’m meant to act around him now. I know Lou and I are stillengaged, I know Otto is here to snake the feature out from under Lou, but I’m feeling like they turned a corner yesterday.
“I’m good. Sore from yesterday.” He laughs. “No Lou this morning?”
“Oh, no. He’s working.”
“Gotta love this job.” He smiles. “Speaking of, I don’t actually know what you do?”
I hesitate for a second. Based on what I know of Otto, even if my opinion of him is easing from hatred to mild dislike, I don’t think he’ll be very gracious about my job of choice.
I take a sip of my drink before turning my smile back up. “I’m a journalist.”
“No way.” He leans back.
“Yep.” I nod.
“Not politics? Surely we would’ve met already.”
“No, I’m a travel and wellbeing writer forLure Magazine.”
