Jonah: So?
Clara: What?
Jonah: Yes, I’m here. Yes, I’ve been building myself a place. I didn’t think it would be a problem since the island will eventually be mine. Unless you’re going to divorce me before our contract is up or fight me on the prenup.
Clara: I don’t care that you’re building a cabin on the caye. That’s not the point.
Jonah: Then what’s your point?
Clara: My point is, you’re an hour away and you didn’t say anything.
Clara: You’re moving to the caye. Apparently.
Clara: Raul says you’re building an enclosure for a pair of turtles?
Clara: And you didn’t tell me any of this!
Jonah: What’s your point?
Clara: It didn’t occur to you that I might want to know any of that?
Jonah: It’s not your business
Clara: Seriously?
Clara: SERIOUSLY???
Jonah: Yes.
Clara: Okay. Fine. Whatever. I don’t care where you live.
Clara: But, before you block me again. Even though I’m YOUR WIFE
Clara: I need a picture of you.
Jonah: What?
Clara: I need a picture of you. Preferably on a beach.
Jonah: Why do you need a picture of me?
Clara: Your mother has been asking for one. I told her that the pictures from our wedding day didn’t turn out. Which isn’t a lie. They didn’t turn out because we didn’t take any.
Clara: But since she knows you’re down here, she’s asking for one of us together. I’m assuming you despise me enough that you don’t want me to come to Libélula to take one in person, so I figure I can photoshop us together.
Jonah: You don’t know what you’re talking about.
Clara: I’m not great at photoshopping, but I can get it close enough. Or I have a friend from college who does graphic design. Maybe she can help.
Clara: Just get Raul to take something of you standing on the beach and email it to me. I’ll do the rest. Try not to look miserable.
Clara: Think of me being tortured if that helps. Maybe me pinned to the sand and being eaten alive by seagulls or something.
Clara: Just get it to me by next week so I have time to have it printed out and get it mailed to your mother for Christmas.
Jonah: You’re sending my mom Christmas presents?
Jonah: Shit. I’m an ass.
