Page 93 of Fun Together
Faye: Where are they now?
Eli: In my pocket.
Faye: Need them back now thanks.
Eli: Finders keepers.
Faye: You are a scoundrel.
Eli: A scoundrel? What is this the 1800s?
Faye: You’re being one!
Eli: All joking aside, I would really love it you would come with me to the party.
This whole game was all in good fun, and if she really doesn’t want to go, I’ll be disappointed—but I’d understand. She doesn’t like situations where she doesn’t know what to expect, so I need to ease her mind.
Eli: Let me give you the details and if you decide you really don’t want to go, you don’t have to.
I text her all the details, from how many people will be there to what kind of food will be served. I send her a screenshot of the invitations Evie sent out.
Faye: Will Andrew be there?
I don’t mention that Andrew was invited, but he won’t be there since he’s still gone on his trip.
Eli: No, it’s just family and some close friends of my parents.
A few minutes pass and I wonder if she’s going to reject me. My phone lights up.
Faye: Okay I’ll go.
I’m smiling so hard it almost hurts.
Eli: Can’t wait
Eli: I meant to ask you something else earlier. Want to actually take a summer Friday afternoon off and come swimming at my parents’ pool tomorrow?
Faye: Should we do a scavenger hunt for your underwear to determine if I’ll go?
Eli: Would totally do that but I’m not wearing any sadly.
Faye: Liar.
Eli: I’ll make dinner too. I’m a great cook.
Faye: I’ll have to be the judge of that.
Eli: So that’s a yes, then?
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Eli’s parents’house is in a beautiful historical neighborhood.
Every house looks at least a hundred years old, but they’re all so charming. I imagine there’s constant ambient noise of lawn mowers and children giggling on their bikes in the distance.
I pull up in front of the house, the cutest brick bungalow I’ve ever seen, and am greeted in the driveway by a little girl with a mass of dark curls in a hot pink swim dress. Standing next to her is a giant black Great Dane that reaches to the top of her head.
