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Cooper
We call our grandma by her first name. This isn’t that different.
Me
What’s her first name?
Cooper
Cece. She never wanted to be called grandma or anything like that. When Jordan was born, she said she was way too young and cool for it, and the universe demanded all her grandchildren call her by her first name.
Me
Is she the one who thinks she’s a little bit psychic?
Cooper
The one and only. She’s a real mood most of the time.
How are you feeling?
Me
I feel really weird about being home and not in the office.
Cooper
It’s Saturday. You can work from home. Or maybe not even work at all? That’s a concept.
Me
I don’t know what I would do with myself if I didn’t go to the office on Saturday.
Cooper
That’s just sad, Rhodes. We’ll work on it. So why are you at home and not in the office?
Me
I was…unexpectedly detained.
Cooper
By what?
I click over to my camera and aim my phone at the clothing mountains, snapping a picture and sending it to him.
Cooper
What am I looking at?
Me
All the clothes that no longer fit me. I’m sitting in my living room having an existential crisis in my underwear.
The phone rings in my hand, and when I see that it’s a video call from Cooper, I laugh, hitting the button to accept it. “Had to see me in my underwear, huh?” I say by way of greeting.
Cooper grins at me. He looks all weekend cozy, sitting on his couch in a MassTech hoodie and glasses, his hair a mess like he didn’t bother doing anything with it after waking up this morning. I have the sudden urge to crawl into his lap and bury my face in his neck to see how he smells in the morning. I’m so fucked.
