Becky Flowers created chat “Reed Stewart”
Becky Flowers |
12:17 PM |
He’s here.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:17 PM |
What? Who is where? You woke me up. It’s 1AM here.
Becky Flowers |
12:17 PM |
I’m sorry. I’m at his parents’ house. The sister-in-law didn’t tell me he was going to be here, but he’s here.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:18 PM |
OMG TELL ME EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW
Becky Flowers |
12:18 PM |
For some reason there’s a deli platter.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:18 PM |
Not that kind of stuff. About him. How does he look?
Becky Flowers |
12:18 PM |
Good. Too good. He’s taller than I remember.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:18 PM |
He grew.
Becky Flowers |
12:19 PM |
No.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:19 PM |
Becky, yes. You were teenagers when you last saw one another. He’s grown since then. You both have, in more ways than just physically, hopefully.
What else?
Becky Flowers |
12:19 PM |
He’s wearing a tie. Oh, God, why did he have to be wearing a tie?
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:19 PM |
More, please. How did he react when he saw you?
Becky Flowers |
12:20 PM |
Startled. I don’t think his sister-in-law told him I was going to be here.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:20 PM |
Well, at least he didn’t run again. MORE PLEASE.
Becky Flowers |
12:20 PM |
I can’t tell you more. I’m in the bathroom. I excused myself because I was so freaked out. I needed a minute to collect myself.
Now I have to get back out there. His dad is telling me about his extensive hammer collection.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:20 PM |
His what???
Becky Flowers |
12:21 PM |
Gavels. Sorry. They are judge’s gavels. I think. I don’t know. I’m so nervous. Why am I so nervous???
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:21 PM |
Because you haven’t seen the guy in ten years and before that you two were the hottest couple in Bloomville history?
Becky Flowers |
12:21 PM |
Leeanne. The house, though. You don’t even want to know.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:21 PM |
Yes, I do. I really, really want to know.
Becky Flowers |
12:21 PM |
The word nightmare does not even begin to describe it.
The Stewarts are being so kind to me, though.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:21 PM |
I don’t care about them. I want to know about Reed!
Becky Flowers |
12:22 PM |
Polite but distant. He’s eaten all the chicken salad from the deli platter.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:22 PM |
Do not wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me about chicken salad.
I want to know about HIM HIM HIM.
Becky Flowers |
12:22 PM |
I don’t know what else to say! He seems dazed. He’s looking around the house like he doesn’t recognize anything in it . . . which could be true, he’s been gone a long time and his parents seem to have adopted some unusual habits in the past few years.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:22 PM |
Drugs?
Becky Flowers |
12:22 PM |
Of course not. Collecting. A LOT. Look, I have to go back out there. They’re going to think I have food poisoning from the deli platter.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:23 PM |
Well, now I’m up, so text me and tell me every detail as it happens.
Becky Flowers |
12:23 PM |
That would be weird and unprofessional.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:24 PM |
Oh, because Chat Apping me from the bathroom isn’t.
Anyway, you can pretend like you’re taking notes.
Becky Flowers |
12:24 PM |
No. Don’t be silly. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:24 PM |
I can’t believe this is happening without me. I’m coming home.
Becky Flowers |
12:24 PM |
What? Don’t be crazy.
Leeanne Matsumori |
12:24 PM |
I’m looking into flights right now.
Becky Flowers |
12:24 PM |
You’re insane. Goodbye, Leeanne.