Page 103 of Isn't It Obvious?
I’m so sorry, Yael. I wish I could keep going, but it’s too painful.
Best wishes,
Ravi
He presses send without reading it over and powers down the computer.
“YOU HAVE ANemail from KR Kissoon at gmail dot com,” Sanaa says from the passenger seat as they merge onto 84 on the way home from PDX.
“I gave you the phone to DJ,” Yael says. “Not read my emails.”
“Fuck, I still can’t believe that Ravi was your book club volunteer. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.”
“I don’t thinkI’llever get over it,” Yael jokes, but it comes out a little sad. Sanaa reaches over and squeezes her thigh.
“Want me to read it to you?” she asks.
“I mean, it’s probably just the edited bonus episode, but sure.”
“The one with Charlie? God, I can’t believe you did an episode with him before me,” Sanaa says.
“He and I live together!”
“I’m here until January fifth. We have plenty of time to record.”
Yael laughs. “Okay, as soon as you pick your stage name, I’ll think of a topic.”
“Tyra Banks,” Sanaa says.
“No.”
“How about Yael Koenig?”
Yael rolls her eyes. “I’m not recording with you.”
“I’ll think of something!”
“Read me the email or pick a song already.”
“Alright, reading,” she says.
When she doesn’t say anything else, Yael briefly movesher eyes from the road. She finds Sanaa, mouth agape, eyes widened at her phone screen. “What?”
“Ravi’s resigning as your editor,” Sanaa says.
“What? Why?”
“Because he’s in love with you.”
Yael bristles, silent for a moment, hating the way her heart skips at the word “love.” “That’s not funny, Sanaa,” she says, her voice acidic.
“I’m not joking!” she shrieks, and proceeds to read Yael the whole thing.
“Are you sure that’s what it says?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t make this shit up!” Sanaa says. “If I did, I definitely wouldn’t have signed off a confession of love with ‘Best wishes.’”
“He said he loved me,” she mumbles. The taste of the words is foreign in her mouth, the thought itself foreign in her brain. “Do you think he means it?”
