Maybe he was being literal when he wrote “I’ll always be here?” Maybe he’s done with wandering all through the town at night and has decided to camp out on the beach in front of the Buttercup? And by the way, wasn’t it interesting how when you called Craters and Freighters to find out why Cass’s paintings were delivered so early, they claimed their paperwork had yesterday’s delivery date on it all along? That YOU gave them that date when you signed the contract?
Are you seriously telling me you think THAT was another random coinkydink?
I grab fistfuls of my hair and make a noise like I’ve been punched in the stomach. “Coincidences don’t mean anything! They’re just coincidental!”
Go to the window and prove it.
I let loose a string of expletives that would have my mother’s hair curling.
