Page 91 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
I think he’s more candy-apple red.
Blanche:That’s because you like to lick him.
Regardless, this is the first time I’ve seen it happen.
“Ohmigod,” I say. “I wish I had a camera right now. I’ve never seen you blush.”
He bugs his eyes at me and mouths, “Be quiet.”
“It’s cute,” I say. “Besides, usually I’m the only one who turns bright red.”
“And it’s beautiful on you,” Wyatt says.
I smile. He smiles back.
My tummy flutters.
Blanche:Danger! We have no Plan B in place. Do not re-re-fall for Wyatt Reed.
MaryJane runs the matchbox along the wall of cubbies, matching up the color. She stops and pulls a marker from her stash. “Teal number forty-four. I’m willing to bet that’s what it is.” She pulls the cap off the marker with her teeth. “Am mi thu am my?”
“An ‘i’ to a ‘y’,” I confirm.
She scrawls on the box for half a second and presents it to us. It’s as though there was never an issue at all.
“Wow,” I say. “I can’t believe it worked.”
“You didn’t know if it would work?” Wyatt asks, incredulous.
“No,” I say. “How would I? I’ve never done this before.”
“Unbelievable.” He shakes his head and mutters under his breath.
“Can we purchase the pen from you, MaryJane?” I ask.
“This is my only teal number forty-four,” she says.
“I’ll give you twenty bucks,” Wyatt offers.
“Wait.” I look at the matchbox cover again. “How many matchbox covers do you think one pen will do?”
“Well, that depends.”
We wait for her to finish. She doesn’t.
“What does it depend on?” I ask.
“How much ink is absorbed, how hard you press the pen, how much ink it’s got left in it, all kinds of stuff.”
“Would it be possible for us to purchase three other pens from you that are close enough to teal number forty-four to work even if they aren’t exact?”
I look to Wyatt. He’s nodding in agreement.
MaryJane picks out three more pens and hands us all four. “That’ll be eighty dollars.”
Wyatt chokes. “Excuse me?”
“You said twenty for one pen,” MaryJane says. “This is four pens. Four times twenty is eighty.”
