Note Thirty-Two
From: Cora Roberts To: Jacklyn Wuertz
So do you happen to know the name of the guy that I was dancing with at that Masquerade dance sophomore year?
Sent: 9/11 10:32 p.m.
From: Jacklyn Wuertz To: Cora Roberts
I dunno... but he was cute :P
Sent: 9/11 10:32 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Jacklyn Wuertz
Did you manage to see his face...?
Sent: 9/11 10:34 p.m.
From: Jacklyn Wuertz To: Cora Roberts
Um no, but he still looked cute. Y?
Sent: 9/11 10:35 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Jacklyn Wuertz
I'm just trying to figure out who it is.
Sent: 9/11 10:36 p.m.
From: Jacklyn Wuertz To: Cora Roberts
Why are you thinking about that? That dance was like 4ever ago.
Sent: 9/11 10:40 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Jacklyn Wuertz
I dunno. I'm curious I guess. I feel like I may know who it is.
Sent: 9/11 10:41 p.m.
From: Jacklyn Wuertz To: Cora Roberts
HI CORA! This is Robb, Jacklyn's amazin, astoundin boyfriend. Shes ben talkin 2 u 4 a long time, and now it's time for her and i 2 hav sum fun! gud nite!
Sent: 9/11 10:51 p.m.
And in that moment, I swear I was more alone than ever.
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.
