Page 27 of Yours to Lose
Jo
Be that as it may, you did the thing, and I am very proud of you.
Jo
Seventeen days until the J’s Summer of Fun begins. I hope you’re prepared.
Me
I’m carbo-loading in preparation
Jo
YOU JUST MADE A JOKE OH MY GOD.
Me
Goodnight, Hurricane.
Jo
Goodnight, bestie.
CHAPTERSEVEN
JO
I spin around in the living room of my apartment, a huge grin on my face.
My apartment.
The most perfect top floor apartment in the most gorgeous five-story brownstone on West Seventy-Fifth Street between Columbus and Amsterdam Avenues with two bedrooms and original moldings and a fireplace and massive windows with stained glass panels at the top. With a brand new kitchen I’ll probably never touch because I hate cooking but that is stunning nonetheless. And immaculately furnished with comfortable chairs and a squashy couch I want to sink into and watch an endless stream of movies.
I glance around the living room filled with suitcases and boxes that need unpacking and think about all the work I have ahead of me at the museum that I can’t wait to get started on and all the fun there is to be had in New York in the summer.
A little shimmer of excitement runs through me, and I stomp my feet and let out a little scream.
Everything's coming up Jo.
Whipping my phone out, I take a quick selfie and navigate to my group chat with my sisters.
Me
[selfie of a grinning Jo in the living room]
Hannah
Holy fuck that’s quite an apartment.
Me
It’s owned by some museum trustee who doesn’t need it for the summer. Something about a house in the Hamptons. I wasn’t really listening to be honest, but it doesn’t matter because for the next three months, it’s MINE.
Hallie
Have I told you yet that I’m so proud of you?
Me
