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HEY. MADE IT HOME, CAVEMAN.
I chuckle to myself. Jolie always said she hated me andLogan fussing. All the time she wanted to be treated like an equal. Guess some things never change.
I quickly tap her number to save her contact.Joey. She changed her number. I wonder why. Maybe it’s nothing. It’s been over a decade. Still, when it comes to cell phones, most people I know have the same one as when they got their first.
ME
WOMAN HOME. MAN HAPPY.
JOEY
WOMAN HAPPY, TOO. NICE TO HAVE YOU BACK.
ME
NICE TO BE BACK.
JOEY
WE SHOULDN’T WAIT SO LONG BEFORE CATCHING UP AGAIN.
My mind goes to places it shouldn’t…with or without Logan?
“What are you smiling like a goon at?”
My mom is still awake and catches me, still standing in the hallway with my neck scrunched, my cell in hand, and only now do I realize, yes, I’m smiling like a goon.
I slip my cell into my pocket. “Just a funny text.”
Mom side-eyes me. “Yeah?” Her senses are going as well as they should.
The text wasn’t funnyhaha. It was funny,my stomach going fluttery on a roller coasterfunny. And Monica Dane knows it.
“Good night with Jolie and Logan? Good to have the gang back together?”
I follow her into the kitchen where she puts the teapot on the burner.
“Yeah. And then some. Jolie has some nice friends.”
“Pretty?” Mom asks hopefully.
I didn’t even notice. How could I when I’m still floored by the change in Jolie? But Mom doesn’t mean my childhood friend and best friend’s sister. She means Molly and Georgie. Who, rude as it might sound, I couldn’t tell you what color hair they have.
“They’re nice. It was easy.”
I sit at the breakfast bar, waiting for my mom to prepare her chamomile and a hot chocolate I know is coming for me. Might as well enjoy the few perks that come with staying at home again.
“So that’s a no-go?” Mom goes for the jugular.
“I’m not really looking.”
“Well, when you do, will you please look at home?” She rubs my arm. “It’s so good having you back. With your brother living away, it’s an empty nest.”
“Are you mom-guilting me?”
She kisses my cheek. “Begging more like it.”
I shake my head, take my cap off, and rake my fingers through my hair. Somehow, her comments have me thinking about Jolie because the woman is ashomeas it gets.
