It was for the greater good. She was going for the basil.
Beth:
Peter Darcy. That pig has been terrorizing me for YEARS and she just... took an apple from you? Calmly? Like a lady?
Me:
What can I say. Animals love me.
Beth:
That pig hates everyone. She knocked me into a ditch. She bit Cole. She once chased Neve for ten solid minutes.
Me:
Maybe she just needed someone to offer her an apple instead of running away screaming.
Beth:
I didn’t SCREAM. I made a strategic retreat.
Me:
You showed up to our reunion covered in mud because of a pig, Beth.
Beth:
Reunion? I was going to Neve’s boyfriend’s annoying friend’s pretentious party
Me:
And now you’re leaving your toothbrush at the annoying friend’s house.
Beth:
Don’t push your luck, Mister. Tammy and I have more in common than you think.
Me:
Stubborn, unpredictable, and terrifyingly charming?
Beth:
I was going to say we both have excellent taste in fruit and gardens to destroy, but sure. Yours works too.
I’m smiling at my phone the way I smiled at my coffee, and I don’t bother trying to stop. I set it on the railing and look out at the water, and the morning is bright, and the basil survived, and there’s a purple toothbrush in my bathroom, and an apple-bribed pig making her way home across a field. And this is my life.
This ridiculous, beautiful, entirely unplanned life.
I pick up my phone again.
Me:
Come over tonight? I’ll replace your apple.
Beth:
Only if you make the pasta again.
