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“Where to?”
She shrugged as if it were the most irrelevant question in the world. “I don’t know… does it matter? Shopping probably. And you could use some hair color…”
Jess smiled and stood up. She’d missed her ‘tell it like it is’ friend.
“Oh, and Jess…”
“Yeah?”
“Write your own damned story.”
She and Myles did Skype regularly but as time went on, depending on where he was, which was information he could never give Jess, the Skype calls came more infrequently. So Jess would write to him instead. She’d send him her latest chapter and he’d send her notes on what he thought. When he informed her that he’d shared her story with some of his buddies and that they were all enjoying hearing it and wondering when the next chapter was coming, she wasn’t exactly thrilled. However, as time went on, she enjoyed hearing what they thought via Myles and knowing that she was at least providing a sense of entertainment, if nothing else.
Myles emailed her often. In the hours often late at night that she missed him most, she’d take out his emails, always just like Myles, short and to the point, and read them over and over until she could fall asleep—always thinking of him.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Let me count the ways…
Dear Jessica,
You know me. I’m often a man of few words, but I just wanted to take the time today to tell you what I love about you…
Most of the time people don’t want to hear the hard stuff. They want you to placate them, to cradle their fears—to soothe them so that it’s okay so that they can keep playing small—or not play at all.
In other words, they’re lazy.
But not you. You’re a fighter.
And that’s just one thing I love about you.
As of today, there are exactly eleven months and fourteen days until I hold you in my arms again…
Love,
M
Jess wrote back.
From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: Let me count the ways…
Dear Myles,
Seeing your name pop up on my phone is like checking the mail and finding a handmade card stuck between a big stack of bills.
It’s like Christmas morning.
And blowing out candles on my birthday cake… because, you know, the wish.
In other words, it’s really nice.
The kids are well. Cat had a great recital. Jonathan’s photograph of Romeo made it to the second round of the contest he entered. Speaking of Romeo—that dog, I swear. He broke through the fence again and chased the mailman down. He just wanted to play, but the mail guy didn’t seem to think it was so funny. You should have seen his face when I caught up with them. I think I’m going to have to get one of those invisible fence things. I think he needs your training skill… your deep voice and presence. I miss it, too.
