how’s Sourdough doing?
I watch, my heart ticking in time with the blinking dots, as Hudson types, then stops, types again. His reply finally appears.
Hudson:
you’re really asking about my cat at this hour?
Ella:
of course. time stops for no man. or cat, rather
Hudson:
he’s having a grand old time
Ella:
that’s nice
Hudson:
everything okay with you?
A pause. I chew on my lip, debating.
Ella:
