Chapter 107
Chapter One Hundred Seven
DeadStrings: Hoping you’d be too. It’s hard to guess when you’ll pop in.
DeadStrings: Ha. Well, I’m glad you’re here. So what do you think?
DeadStrings: Yeah. Not tomorrow or anything wild like that (I’m trying to keep my Wild side in moderation), but . . . soon?
StringTheory27: We’re both somewhere on the West Coast, right? I guess we could plan a road trip. Meet halfway between wherever you live and wherever I do.
DeadStrings: Bold of you to assume I know where I live.
StringTheory27: I was hoping you did, but . . . well, if I recall right you mentioned San Francisco in one of your messages.
DeadStrings: That was my brother’s place. I was crashing there for a while—family issues, remember? I’ve moved back home since.
StringTheory27: So that’s why you stopped talking about your cooking classes.
DeadStrings: Yep. I had to drop them. No worries. The eggs are doing just fine. I’m watching cooking shows now. I feel like I know the basics enough. I record the show and pause it every time I have questions.
StringTheory27: You’re following along with the shows?
DeadStrings: Nope. I just found a way to bring up my sister’s nonsense to the conversation.
I’m crafty that way. She’s the one who suggested the recording.
Can you imagine the logistics of having to move from the living room to the kitchen just so you can cook?
I bet everything will be burnt before you figure out the next step.
StringTheory27: So no more cooking school, huh?
DeadStrings: Actually, I found this restaurant yesterday that also offers cooking classes. I signed myself up along with one of my brothers. It will be fun taunting him while we both fumble through learning how to julienne vegetables.
StringTheory27: It’d be funnier if your brother’s name was Julian. I’m glad you found a place and . . . well, where do you live?
DeadStrings: Are we ready to take that step? I don’t want to say that I live in Seattle, but then you bail out of this conversation.
StringTheory27: Oh . . . I can see why you say that. Umm. Okay, let me think about it and I’ll get back to you. Song of the day?
DeadStrings: “Waiting in Vain” —Bob Marley
Because sometimes you wait not because you have to, but because you want the person to know you’re still here.
DeadStrings: Let me know when you're ready to meet in the middle. See you soon (wink)