Chapter Nine
To: Peyton Turner
From: Bo Porter
Peyton,
I read the book.
I hated every minute of it and thought it was crap.
But more than that, I didn’t get from it what you wanted me to get, and I remain as angry and rude as ever. In any case, reading your favorite book even though I hate reading in general was the only thing I could come up with to show you that I acknowledge being an asshole to you in my last letter.
As for your offer of friendship, I’m not sure it’s very smart. For a smart college girl, you should know better than to be friends with a convicted criminal. Or maybe it’s pity.
Is it?
Bo
To: Bo Porter
From: Peyton Turner
Dear Bo,
I think I taught you well.
It was the perfect apology: reading my favorite book and being tortured through it. I don’t think anyone has ever done that before. But come on, don’t keep me in suspense. What did you get from it?
And for a criminal asshole cowboy, you should know better than to accuse me of pity. My offer of friendship was genuine. Although, it’s not on the table anymore. Because believe it or not, we’re there already.
We are friends.
Until next time,
Peyton
To: Peyton Turner
From: Bo Porter
Peyton,
It wasn’t revenge that destroyed Heathcliff’s life but love.
If he hadn’t fallen for Catherine, he wouldn’t have suffered and made others suffer. Whether for his pain or amusement. Revenge gave him a purpose; love destroyed his life.
So I’m not the kind of a friend you want in your life but I guess that ship’s sailed.
Bo