chapterone
 
 Laurel
 
 From the grouptexts of the McLeod sisters…
 
 1st week of April
 
 LAUREL:
 
 LAUREL:
 
 PAISLEY: YUM! Those look amazing.
 
 WILLOW: How is there a taco truck in Massachusetts?
 
 PAISLEY: Wait, forget WHY there is a taco truck in MA. Why are there any food trucks there? Isn’t it too cold to eat outside?
 
 WILLOW: Guac-N-Roll. *Snort* that’s funny.
 
 LAUREL: It’s MA, Paisley, not Antarctica.
 
 LAUREL: All I know is, it’s legit. Not like how some chain restaurants pretend like they make tacos.
 
 2nd week of April
 
 LAUREL:
 
 LAUREL: Y’all, so good. Like you remember those tacos we had at that one restaurant in that strip mall in East Austin? That good.
 
 WILLOW: I was so sad when that one closed. They were amazing.
 
 PAISLEY: Dammit, the last time you sent me pictures I had to order tacos and then I spilled salsa on my laptop.
 
 WILLOW: Maybe don’t eat over your computer.
 
 3rd week of April
 
 LAUREL:
 
 LAUREL:
 
 WILLOW: Hold the guac! Can you zoom in or take a better picture of that hottie in the apron?
 
 LAUREL: He’s the owner. I think his name is Alex.
 
 PAISLEY: The truth finally comes out! Now we know why you go to that taco truck all the time.
 
 LAUREL:
 
 LAUREL: These tacos are legit and y’all are still in Texas. You don’t know what it’s like to not be able to have decent Tex-Mex whenever you want it.
 
 PAISLEY: I can almost believe that.
 
 WILLOW: I’m serious. I need a better picture. Close up. Of his face. Maybe those tatts on his arms….
 
 LAUREL: I am not going to be a creeper and send you pictures of him.
 
 4th week of April