“Right?”
He still didn’t answer. “Are we good?” he asked instead.
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Shut up.”
“Love you,” Tom Alan said.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Neither hung up.
“God! I love you, too,” Erika said. Then she clicked off.
Tom Alan smiled. He checked his watch. He had just enough time to guzzle half a bottle of water and text Milo before break time was up.
Milo:
Thinking about you.
Tom Alan
Nothing else needed to be said, he decided. Keep the “L” word out of it—that little four-letter bugger Milo might blame on the pill next time they spoke. Butwhat’s my excuse? Tom Alan wondered. I guess on some level, part of me must have meant it.
He headed back in with an ear-to-ear grin, his priorities set, ready to skate. 15
Tom Alan managed a halfway-decent practice after that. Mrs. Mischen was as generous with her praise as she’d been with her scolding. The good words, her smile, sure were a lot nicer.
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