Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
M aia,
Don’t think I will ignore your middle-aged comment and the walker. YOU SENT ME A WALKER FOR MY BIRTHDAY.
This week you’ve been on my mind. Well, you’re always on my mind, but…we have to talk about my car. It’s fixed. The roof is good as new, the paint was restored, and…are you fucking kidding me?
Did you switch the horn? Do you know how embarrassing it was to drive along I-5, press it and hear, “the cow says moo, Moooo”?
What the ever-loving fuck, Maia? I had a lengthy discussion with my therapist about it. The walker and how crazy you drive me with those little notes that arrive at my house or my office every single day, telling me to have a nice day in a million different ways.
I know you’re working on yourself, and I hope when you’re done, you come back to me because everything you’ve done in the past few months has only made me fall in love with you.
Love,
G
PS I changed the plates of my car—and it’s now under your name. I hope you enjoy BtyMoo.