Page 75 of The Love Lie
Sam:The view. The food. The weather. The room.
Cooper:And that’s it?
Sam:What else is there?
Cooper:That’s the question I’ve been asking myself, Cuj. What else could I possibly be missing this much?
Sam:I think I know the answer.
Cooper:Yeah?
Sam:It’ll be there soon.
Cooper to Sam:Why is there a bag of sand leaking all over my wood floors?
Sam:You’re welcome.
Cooper:No, really. Why?
Sam:It’s my present. The thing you’ve been missing. Sand. Straight from the Maldives.
Cooper:There is no way this is from the Maldives.
Sam:Take your shoes off. Dig your toes in.
Cooper:And risk the plague?
Sam:I never thought someone who just spent a month without running water would be so squeamish.
Cooper:I’m a cattle rancher, not a cretin.
Sam:Are we sure those are mutually exclusive?
Cooper:I’m saving this until you get here.
Sam:Good. Please do. Then I can show you how to properly react to such a thoughtful gift.
Cooper:From anyone else, it would be. But I know you.
Sam:I resent that.
Cooper:I will give you an honest answer to any question right now if you can send me one selfie in which you don’t have a shit-eating grin. Just one.
Cooper:Five.
Cooper:Four.
Cooper:Three.
Cooper:Two.
Sam:All right. ALL RIGHT! Maybe it wasn’t completely benevolent…
Sam:[Picture message]
Cooper:You’re a devil woman.
Cooper:I think I just saw the sand move.
