“It’s sat empty for a few years. Not long enough to do a lot of damage, and yes, I checked for mold, but it sat for a little while. And every time I drive by, I think to myself, I could make that into the cutest house. Well, it finally came up for sale, so I snatched it up.”
“It’s an awesome idea.” I turn in a circle once more. “Please tell me you’ll keep the bell in the bell tower, and we can ring it anytime we want.”
“Hell yes, the bell is staying.”
“Awesome. Oh, and speaking of sex, Tanner and I are. Having sex, that is.”
There’s silence for a full ten seconds, and when I turn back to them, they’re staring at me with their mouths hanging open.
“Is it really that shocking? We never could keep our hands off each other.”
“It’s…unexpected,” June says. “But no, not surprising. Good for him.”
“Hey, good forhim?”
“Oh, yeah, he’s wanted to jump all over you since the day he saw you standing in my driveway,” Luna says with a grin. “The man has the patience of Job.”
“Huh. How did I not know that?”
“You’ve had a lot going on, honey,” Luna replies. “Well, we have some fun things happening, ladies. New jobs and weddings and houses and sex.”
“I wish I were having the sex,” June mutters darkly. “Huckleberry Bay is way too small. There’s no one here I want to fuck.”
Luna and I exchange a knowing look.
“Right. No one at all.”
June scowls. “Shut up.”
January 5,2008
Dear Diary,
I think I met the man I’m going to marry. Yes, that sounds dramatic, but I don’t care. His name is Anthony. He started out as a customer at the diner, and he always asks to sit in my section. He’s been coming in for two weeks straight. He doesn’t live here—he was here on vacation—but he says he’s extended his stay just so he can see me.
We’ve been seeing each other every day.
He’s so nice! And so what if he’s older than me? I mean, sure, he’s in his thirties, but I’m mature for my age, and Anthony says that age is just a number. I mean, I AM an adult of nineteen! I’m not a baby.
Anthony is just what I need.
TTYL,
Sarah
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Tanner
“I’ll be right back,” I inform Wayne, and close the door of the gallery behind me. It’s been a slow morning, and I need coffee.
Over the past week, since Sarah and I started sleeping together, I haven’t been getting much actualsleep. But I’d have to be a complete madman to complain.
Because it’s not a simple case of insomnia or stress that’s keeping me up at night.
It’s a beautiful woman that I can’t keep my hands off of.
Sarah insists that she should still sleep in her little house, and she’s moved Petunia back over, as well.