Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
She flashed a vicious smile. “Think that ship’s already sailed.”
My jaw flexed. “We had an agreement.”
“Maybe it’s time we renegotiate that agreement. My electricity’s gone up because of the new phone and computer you bought him.”
“You get your check right on time every month, and I pay for plenty of extras like camp, school supplies, and whatever else he needs.”
“You want him to go to that camp so badly. You keep him for the month I’ll be taking care of my sister.”
“I work late and travel all the time.” Not to mention my job was at stake, and I’d be working even more the upcoming months.
Fanny stepped back from the doorway, into the house. “Looks like you’ll be breaking your promise come next month then, won’t you? Just like you did to his mother. Some things never change.”
She slammed the door in my face.
Chapter 7
* * *
August 1st
Dear Me,
Today we made a friend! It didn’t start out like we were going to be friends, though. I was practicing throwing a softball at the pitch back the old owners left in front of our new house, and a boy stopped on his bicycle to watch me. He said I threw like a girl. I said thank you, even though I knew he didn’t say it to be nice. Bennett got off his bike and let it fall to the ground, not bothering to use his kickstand. It looked like he did that a lot because the bike is pretty scuffed up.
Anyway, he walked over and took the ball out of my hand and showed me how to hold it so I wouldn’t throw like a girl anymore. We spent the rest of the afternoon playing together. And guess what? Bennett and me have the same teacher when school starts next week. Oh, and he doesn’t like to be called Ben.
After we were done playing ball, I was going to show him around the new house. But mom’s new boyfriend Arnie was home. He works at night, so I’m not supposed to make noise during the day because he sleeps. So we went to Bennett’s house, and his mom made us cookies. Bennett showed me a notebook of stuff he made. He draws really good pictures of superheroes! Guess what else? I told him about the poetry I write, and he didn’t laugh. So today my poem is dedicated to him.
The summer is rain.
A little girl sings outside.
She drowns in music.
This letter will self-destruct in ten minutes.
Anonymously,
Sophie
Chapter 8
* * *
Annalise
Something was off.
Not one insult or smart-ass comment since I walked into his office twenty minutes ago. I’d typed up our list of the accounts we’d each agreed to keep and which we were pushing off to staff. But I realized a few we were reassigning had upcoming meetings already scheduled, and we should probably attend those to smooth out the transition. I rattled off the clients and dates while Bennett sat behind his desk, continuously tossing a tennis ball in the air and catching it.
“Yeah. That’s fine,” he said.
“What about the Morgan Food campaign? We didn’t talk about that one because the request for proposal hadn’t come in yet. It arrived this morning.”
“You can take it.”
My brows drew down. Hmmm. Not going to question that one aloud.
I crossed that off my list and kept going. “I think we should have a staff meeting—a joint one. Show both our teams that we can act as one, even if it’s just an act for their benefit. It’ll boost morale.”
“Okay.”
I crossed another item off, then set my pad and pen down and watched him more closely. “And the Arlo Dairy campaign. I thought maybe you could do some of those exaggerated-body-part superhero sketches to include with our presentation.”
Bennett tossed that damn ball up into the air then caught it. Again. “That’s fine.”
I knew he hadn’t been paying attention. “Maybe you could sketch the VP of Operations. I bet she’d look great with a bigger rack.”
Bennett tossed the ball up and his head swung in my direction. His glazed-over eyes seemed to come back into focus, like he just woke up from a nap and for the first time saw me sitting there.
The ball fell to the ground. “What did you just say?”
“Where are you? I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, and you’ve been so agreeable I thought you might have the flu or something.”
He shook his head and blinked a few times. “Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.” Turning his chair to face me, he picked up a tall coffee from his desk. “What were you saying?”
“Just now or the whole time?”
He stared at me blankly.
I huffed, but started over. The second time around, when he actually paid attention, my adversary wasn’t as agreeable. Yet he still seemed off. When we were done going through my list, I thought he might need some cheering up.