Anyway, she’s been a big help. But I’d love to hear what you think, too.
Oh, I almost forgot. Your video was filmed outside the Berwyn Library. That’s so cool because I’ve been there. Ugh. There I go using cool again. You’re probably wondering why I’m excited about it. I live in Harveston. I’m sure you’ve never heard of it. It’s near Bloomington, IL. Duh, I suppose you figured out I’m in Illinois, too.
I mean, I assume you’re in Illinois. Why else would you be in Berwyn? I suppose you could be visiting, but it’s not exactly a happening vacation spot.
“If she rambles that much when she writes,” Ricki said with a smile, “can you imagine how she’d be when she talks?”
Blythe laughed. “Exactly what I was thinking.”
Not that there’s anything wrong with Berwyn. I’m sure it’s a lovely place to live.
Anyway, I just wanted to say hi, so hi! And thank you for writing to me. It meant so much. I hope to hear from you soon.
@Shhh&ShakeIt
Aka, Abby
“She’s nailed her persona,” Blythe said.
Ricki shook her head. “I think it’s for real—she’s for real.”
“Come on. Nobody on social media is real.” When Blythe noticed the expression on Ricki’s face, she said, “I don’t mean that. I’m for real, but still, there’s the image thing.”
“Which is why you’ll never get me in front of the camera.” Ricki flicked her wrist toward Blythe’s phone. “What are you going to say back?”
“I think I should meet her. I Googled it, and Harveston is only two and a half hours away. We could dance together. Hell, maybe I could get her to speak on camera. That would garner some major views.” Blythe slapped the back of the couch. “Or get her to do a negative review about something.” Blythe chuckled. “Could you imagine her doing a rage dance?”
Ricki’s eyes narrowed, which was surprising since they were already slits as she fought to stay awake. “What’s your intent with this girl?”
“Girl? Are we in junior high?”
“I mean, woman. Librarian. Whatever. You need to be clear with her.”
“I think we could help each other. Up our followers.”
“And?”
“What?”
“And wind up in bed, like with the others?”
“What the fuck? Don’t make it sound sleazy. They were all consenting adults.”
“I’m just saying, I don’t think she’s as, um, worldly as the others, so you need to be clear with your intentions.”
“Okay, Mom. I’ll be clear with my intentions,” Blythe said in a mocking tone. “You could write the response for me. After all, you speak purity better than I do.”
“Oh, no.” Ricki rose to her feet. “I’m no Cyrano de Bergerac.”
“Who the fuck is that? Is that one of those weird intellectual content creators you follow?”
“No, dumbass. It’s a famous character from a play from the eighteen hundreds.”
“Like I’m supposed to know that?” Blythe stretched her legs out on the couch.
“I bet Abby, the librarian, would know who he is.”
“Oh, good idea.” Blythe picked up her phone. “It’ll make me sound smart.” She began typing furiously. “Hey, how do you spell it?”
