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I bring my phone back. Biting down on the insides of my lower lip, I look at my sister again and suggest, “What if I call her in your behalf?”
She looks at me, antsy, and then audibly sighs with her hands tucked underneath her.
“Okay,” she shrugs.
I ask my phone to call Liv and it starts to ring.
I put it on speaker, only to see Bella wincing with the anticipation of hearing Liv’s voice.
After five or six rings, Liv finally picks up. “Hi, big guy! How’s it going?”
“Doing great, how about you?”
Bella is already shaking.
“Doing great too!” Liv says with a smile in her voice.
“Listen, Liv, I have an offer to make you: my social media department is without a photographer, and I was wondering if you’d like to do some freelance. Should be just a few hours.”
“Um! Let me think…” she quiets down for a second, then soon resumes speaking. “When do you need me?”
“When do you want to go, Bella?” I turn to her.
Liv startles on the other side of the line. “Is Bella there? Am I on speaker?”
“Yes, Liv, you are on speaker,” I say, an amused smile on my face.
“Huh… Okay. Hi, Bella!”
“Hi, Liv…” Bella says awkwardly. “So, I would like to go as soon as possible. Maybe even today.”
“Alright,” Liv says, “Um… I get off work at five, maybe four if I finish my tasks earlier and can convince Gail.”
I try and wait for Bella to say something, but the word fountain apparently has dried up.
“Yeah, Bella is here until six; we’ll be waiting for your call, then,” I say, wrapping up the call.
We bid each other goodbye, and when I hang up, Bella has disassembled her anxiety-ridden self to become squeamish and sick. “Are you two on a pet name basis already?!”
“Is that a problem?” I say, smiling, and with an eyebrow raised. “Anyway, go back to work! I’ll let you know if she’s in or not!”
“Alright, boss!” She jumps off her chair and salutes me in mockery. “As you wish!”
She darts out of my office, and I’m left alone with my thoughts.
If I manage to bring these two together again, I’ll be doing the universe a favor, just so that those two young souls are no longer separated.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LIV
“ThisispurePulitzergold, Liv!”
“A Pulitzer is worth nothing if you’re dead, Martha!”
I’ve been trying to convince Martha to give up on her piece about Big Teddy for the last hour or so, and I think these are the words to finally convince her.
Of course, posthumous prizes leave a legacy, but what’s it worth if you around to reap the rewards of your work?
