White guys in golf polos can be weirdly cute when they puff out their chests. Okay, most of them aren’t, probably. But my dad is. He said, “You look more like her all the time, you know.”
I did. Bittersweet, but her family back in Mumbai kept in close touch, so I never felt totally lost. Too bad I couldn’t talk to them about the whole Maeve thing. Someday. Just, you know. Not today.
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The next day, Maeve texted to check up on me. She asked how I was and if I needed anything…but she didn’t mention the book.
I took it to ElfPlanet/#lifestuff immediately: So, does this mean she hates it? Or just that it’s still stuffed under the counter because someone forgot to give it to her? Or that it was coming on too strong to give a gift before we’ve even had lunch together, and she’s trying
