Chapter 20: Awkward flirtation, and a second letter for Kylie

“What?” He looks confused, but not drunk. That’s good. It’s probably still his first drink. I got to him early.

I laugh. There’s enough nervous energy in me right now to do that. Why is there so much nervous energy? That doesn’t make much sense. “You look forlorn,” I say. There I go, using that freaking word again. “And I was wondering why.”

He laughs. He’s got a nice laugh. It’s very honest. I wonder if my laugh is that honest. I’ve never really paid attention before. “I’m just bored, actually,” he says. “Not depressed.”

“Okay then,” think fast Kylie, “Who’s lecturing your puppy?”

This time, he doesn’t just chuckle. He flat out laughs. A big belly laugh. He’s still looking at me like I’m crazy, but at least he’s enjoying my insanity.

I’m not crazy by the way. My doctor insists on it. Dr. Calloway says I’m not crazy. Of course, he’s my gynecologist, not my psychiatrist, so I’m not sure how much I should trust that opinion.