Chapter 11And these [trees] will I place in the nethermost part of my vineyard…that I may lay up fruit thereof against the season, unto myself; for it grieveth me that I should lose this tree and the fruit thereof.
—The Book of Mormon, Jacob 5:13
Jamie
On my break, I get a text from Freddie: Hey theres a band playing at weymouth square saturday if your free. Then a gif of the bee from that movie comes through. “Ya like jazz?”
Excuse the pun, but my heart is abuzz. He’s thinking about me. He wants to spend more time with me. He wants me to make the most of this time I have left.
But there’s a whisper of something else mixed in, a question, a warning. A prompting.
We need to define what we are to each other.
He wants to date me.
Like…a boyfriend.
The purpose of dating is to prepare
