Day Forty-Five
Dear Diary,
This morning, I wake up to the most delicious smell—it’s my favorite apple pastries, freshly baked. Once I’m fully awake, I notice a steady knocking, followed by a familiar voice.
“Calla?”
That’s Griff all right.
I force myself to stand up and pull my robe more tightly around me. After padding across the floor, I pull open the door a crack.
“Hey, Griff.”
“I brought treats.” He holds up a small box.
“Thanks.” I jut my hand out, grab the container and whip the treats inside. “See you later, Griff.”
“One second, Calla. Please?”
Now I could be a mean fairy and just slam the door in Griff’s face. But that’s rude. And I might never get free pastry delivery again. So I pause and say zero. Griff gets the idea, even though it isn’t spoken. Say your bit and buzz
