Dylan
Took an obnoxious guest fishing this morning, but we caught this, so life is good.
Goldie
This is my raging face because Tully won’t answer my texts. He’s alive. I can feel it in my twin bones.
Noah
If I can text, so can you, Tully.
I stare at the screen. My thumb hovers. Finally, I snap one of the empty ice from the tunnel door.
Hey, drama queens. I’m alive.
The replies come fast.
Goldie
That’s not proof of life, that’s proof of depression
Dad
Tully. Face. Now.
Noah
Ice pic? Really?
Camden
Bro, do I have to make a trip over there to shake you? Don’t make me do it.
Dylan
The ice of sadness
Goldie
Consider this your warning that I’m coming to see you
I shove the phone in my bag. The locker room’s emptied out. I sit on the bench with my elbows on my knees and my head down.
I just don’t have the energy for…anything.
I pull my phone back out and text Goldie, though, because I know she’ll be showing up on my doorstep if I don’t.
Sorry to be so quiet. I’m okay. Working through shit. I’ll come home for a few hours on Sunday, but otherwise, I’m crammed.
Goldie
OMG, I’m so relieved to hear from you. I’ve been worried! Is it Lola? Come on, tell me. You’re freaking me out. What happened with her?!
I can’t talk about it right now, okay? I just can’t fucking talk about it. I’ll be home Sunday, but in the meantime, can you get everyone off my fucking back? I need some space tobreathe here.
Goldie
This doesn’t reassure me that I shouldn’t show up on your doorstep. At all.
