Chapter Twenty-six
After Five Months in France
A Saturday
Teagan:Where’s your video? I can only hear you.
Silas:Just a bad connection. What’s wrong?
Teagan:How do you know something is wrong?
Silas:I hear it in your voice.
Teagan:I loved this trip but I want to be back near you. I’m tired of waiting and growing and becoming our own people. We did that, but now I want to be with my person.
Silas:I know. Me, too. Soon, though. Only another month.
Teagan:I wore out my vibrator. I didn’t budget for replacing it.
Silas:Do you need to buy some grapefruits so you can reacquaint yourself with driving a manual transmission?
Teagan:(Laughing) No, I bought a new one. I’ll just go without food for a couple weeks. Priorities.
Silas:Your vibrator costs what you’d theoretically spend on food for a few weeks?
Teagan:Clearly, you’re not spending enough time searching for high-end toys.
Silas:I guess not. You are still actually eating food, right?
Teagan:Of course. I’m waiting for dinner to get delivered. Hey, you want to know something weird?
Silas:Of course. Is it related to high-end toys?
Teagan:No. I actually miss Julianna’s chocolates. Can you believe it?
Silas:They’re good! Should I send you some?
Teagan:Yes! A whole box of my favorites, please.
Silas:I’ll get on that. Um, do you want to know what I found out about the list?
Teagan:Yes! You found a new clue?
Silas:Okay, so... don’t be mad at me.
Teagan:That makes me assume I’m going to be furious.
Silas:I’ve known who wrote the list for a while.
Teagan:How long is a while?
Silas:...
Teagan:You’ve very lucky there’s an ocean between us. How long?
Silas:Um... I found out the night you left.
Teagan:You’ve known for five months!?