( She could tell him not to give her that much credit. That the words he's complimenting were pretty much taken directly out of the pamphlet that had been one of the dozen things Bea sold her on for doing it. She could, but even as she reading it and thinking it, she knows she won't.
That some part of her wants to keep that image, the one that he's describing, as someone who has it altogether out here. Cool and cultured. She's making it out here, and she can sound just as smart and smooth about it as everyone else. She tries hard not to think why that matters more than the absent, confused sputtering of everything when this started. Months ago now.
How did it get to be months? )
Dear Luther,
It's weird to think about, isn't it?
None of us wrote letters we chose to, and yet for years on years of our lives, we all got fan mail. All these letters people took the time to think out and write, good or bad, short or long, by themselves or with gifts, and we never actually answered them back. Or wrote letters to anyone ourselves. Letters were just things that happened to us, or happened in history books and classic literature.
You probably still don't have any, so I will tell you for the sake of the world, that the life before you realize the mailbox is mostly full of bills and ads for things you don't want is more blissful. Maybe I'd feel differently if the cable bill came hand-drawn and written and sassed me by name like it actually knew me. Or what I watched. It is to dream.
I have to say. I'm impressed that you asked dad, and somehow convinced him to let you. I assumed you'd just sneak out, if you went at all like all those other few times we all did through the years, here and there. Your bartender sounds like an absolute dick, but I'm glad someone managed to have some sense of commemorative spirit. Tequila is not a bad starter, either. There are a lot of people who hate it and a lot of good ways to have it.
I commend you on completing Operation Birthday, acquiring your drink, not destroying anyone's shoes, and not offending anyone else's sensibilities. You have a officially had a time of it and are allowed to consider yourself twenty-one now in the eyes of the world and not just the calendar. I wish I could've
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That some part of her wants to keep that image, the one that he's describing, as someone who has it altogether out here. Cool and cultured. She's making it out here, and she can sound just as smart and smooth about it as everyone else. She tries hard not to think why that matters more than the absent, confused sputtering of everything when this started. Months ago now.
How did it get to be months? )
It's weird to think about, isn't it?
None of us wrote letters we chose to, and yet for years on years of our lives, we all got fan mail. All these letters people took the time to think out and write, good or bad, short or long, by themselves or with gifts, and we never actually answered them back. Or wrote letters to anyone ourselves. Letters were just things that happened to us, or happened in history books and classic literature.
You probably still don't have any, so I will tell you for the sake of the world, that the life before you realize the mailbox is mostly full of bills and ads for things you don't want is more blissful. Maybe I'd feel differently if the cable bill came hand-drawn and written and sassed me by name like it actually knew me. Or what I watched. It is to dream.
I have to say. I'm impressed that you asked dad, and somehow convinced him to let you. I assumed you'd just sneak out,
if you went at alllike all those other few times we all did through the years, here and there. Your bartender sounds like an absolute dick, but I'm glad someone managed to have some sense of commemorative spirit. Tequila is not a bad starter, either. There are a lot of people who hate it and a lot of good ways to have it.I commend you on completing Operation Birthday, acquiring your drink, not destroying anyone's shoes, and not offending anyone else's sensibilities. You have a officially had a time of it and are allowed to consider yourself twenty-one now in the eyes of the world and not just the calendar.
I wish I could'veWhat kind of a reward would you want?
Allison