Page 66 of Thanks for the Memories
I let out a puff of air, and Gabby opens her mouth.
“Go ahead and say it.” I know she has plenty to say—I would.
“Remember last night when she mentioned living with us and I asked if you wanted her to stay here?”
I nod.
“I’m assuming you’ve made your final decision without talking to Lila.”
“Definitely.”
She puts her hand on my arm. “Whew. And you know I have your back no matter what.”
“I appreciate that. Lila said the same thing when she woke me up this morning. I’m so glad I have you girls.”
She gives my hand a squeeze. “I feel the same way. You were a great friend to me when we moved in. I’m happy to return the favor.”
Gabby goes in the house, and I stretch out on the lounge chair and stare up at the sky. The sun is beginning to set, casting an array of pink and orange hues across the sky. I close my eyes for a few minutes, until I hear my phone buzzing.
My surge of adrenaline shoots through me when I see a text from Jeremy.
Blondie, my friend dragged me to your friend’s restaurant. I wanted to let you know that the crab cakes are pretty good.
It’s interesting that Jeremy felt prompted to text me while he’s at Golden. A few weeks ago, I probably would’ve replied with a detailed dissertation about the restaurant’s menu items.
Glad you’re enjoying it.
A few seconds go by, and then I get another text.
Is that all you have to say? You feeling okay? Need donuts?
My pulse begins to speed up as I type a response.
It’s definitely a donut kind of day. I’m fine. Bethany went out with friends tonight.
I wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. I’m not sure what I was expecting, especially since he’s out with his friends.
When I finally drag myself inside, I change into some yoga pants and a T-shirt then prepare a delicious dinner of hummus and veggies using my amazing kitchen skills.
I’m deep into an episode ofFriendswhen my phone buzzes.
My jaw drops open when I see a picture of a small box from Donut Giant on my screen.
Can I drop these off to you?
Jeremy wants to come over and bring me donuts.
“Gabby,” I yell. “Gabby.”
She races into the living room with her phone in her hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“Jeremy wants to come over,” I exclaim.
Her eyes go wide. “Theo, I’ll call you right back.”
That’s true friendship right there. Real friends hang up on their boyfriends to support you in your time of need.
