YOU’RE JUDGING
MY TERRIBLE TASTE IN MEN
IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME OKAY
Sarah:
i’m laughing with you!
you pointed it out!
On autopilot, I open Slack for a second instead of Signal. And a message from Mom pops up at the top of my screen.
sampaguita72:
Ruby, what are you doing right now?
I nearly jump out of my skin.
sampaguita72:
Your green light came on
Isn’t it late?
She really has a sixth sense for when I’m fucking up!
ruby.ocampo:
Just getting a midnight snack!
I’m going back to sleep in a second!
sampaguita72:
Are you sure you’re all right?
How are things with that boyfriend of yours?
You haven’t mentioned him in a while
Oh God, that’s right—with everything going on, I’ve fallen off with updating her.
ruby.ocampo:
Oh things are great! We’re going to a wedding together this weekend
sampaguita72:
Oooh fun! Gosh I envy you
Maybe you’ll catch the bouquet!
I regret that I didn’t get to see you get married
Oh God oh God. Ismarrying Mark Wintersonthe thing that would help her move on? Is there a way I can give her the illusion we’re heading in that directionandspy on him at the same time?
But then again, maybe Greg was right: I don’t know what will free her from Slack, or if it even is something to do with me. I get back into bed and squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep, but I lie awake the rest of the night.
