Lydia grabbed her crocheting and sat down on her bed. Just as she’d gotten her three pillows comfortably arranged, her phone chimed. She didn’t get a lot of text messages, especially so late at night. It was sad but true. When she saw that the text was from Marco, she dropped her crocheting.
Can we meet? it read.
Can we meet? She thought, Sure, come on over. Climb the tree outside my window. I’ll be waiting in bed. Lydia imagined herself with one arm casually behind her head as she seductively lounged across her Disney princess bedspread in her Soffe shorts and worn I Heart Illinois T-shirt.
Sure, come on over. Climb the tree outside my window. I’ll be waiting in bed.Okay, she replied.
Okay,I’ve got an idea.
I’ve got an idea.Lydia did, too, but was pretty sure hers wasn’t the same.
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