Page 411 of Small Town Firsts
“You should be. I’m not right when you’re gone.”
“Preston,” she said, softer now. “What are you doing to me?”
“When you’re ready to hear it, I’ll tell you.”
She took a shaky breath. “What if I never am? Then what?”
“I will wait.”
She hung up on me. And I smiled because I knew she was thinking about what I’d said.
She was thinking about us and what we could have.
All I was asking for was a chance.
Sunday 2:49 am
To whom it may concern:
I’m folded on my side in a couch-slash-bed with my knees to my stomach. My mom is the big spoon.
Unsincerely Yours,
Ryan G. Moon
Sunday 2:54 am
Ryan G. Moon,
Does she give good spoon?
Sincerely,
Preston Michael Shaw, Esquire
Sunday 2:57 am
To whom it may concern:
Nothing like u do. I never slept that gud in my lif.
Unsincerely Yours,
Ryan G. Moon
Sunday 3:03 am
Ryan G. Moon,
Are you buttering me up to evaluate my typo tolerance threshold? Just so you know, I can’t be swayed.
Sincerely,
Preston Michael Shaw, Esquire
Sunday 3:08 am
To whom it may concern:
