Chapter 42Rafe
Chapter 42
Rafe
Saturday * 8:37 a.m.
Me
Good morning, Rose. Eat breakfast? Set alarm?
Me
Snowed here overnight. P. barked, never seen white stuff before. Belly rub for your pup.
Shit. Couldn’t keep it short and simple. What are you doing, man?
Saturday * 8:48 a.m.
Rose
Good morning, Rafe. LOL wish I had video. Yes, 8 eggs, need energy for DW Buy Local Days. Yes, altho ctr called bc Pi tripped alarm. Somehow. Kiss for HRH.
Radio silence was broken. Between her and her son, I was gonna need that translator sooner than later. Had to admit, though, HRH was easy.
Saturday * 11:16 a.m.
Finn
Don’t knock ursf like that. Mom wouldn’t like it. Yr good for her
Saturday * 11:20 a.m.
Me
That’s a matter of opinion.
Saturday * 11:23 a.m.
Finn
Duh. I trust her, Mom knows best
Finn
Dude, I ALWAYS watch out for my mom
Finn
Got 2 go, deadweek started, balls2wall 4 finals. Lookg 4ward to home 4 mo
Saturday * 11:28 a.m.
Me
Now you’re just messing with me.
Saturday * 11:30 a.m.
Finn
BET. LMAO
Smart-ass kid.
Saturday * 4:26 p.m.
Rose
Couldn’t resist sending pics of Pi with Santa Paws. Good thing Joe is big.
What a goof. All hundred pounds plus sitting bolt upright on some poor guy’s lap, head turned, tongue reaching out for a big lick on the ear. Second photo, Rose peeking between Pirate’s and Santa’s heads, all three grinning at the camera. How could I save these photos? Didn’t want them to disappear. Maybe one of the kids at Bean Love could help me.
Hmm. I shoved my face closer to the phone. Dark smudges under her eyes, creases at the corners. Smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
Saturday * 4:38 p.m.
Me
Thanks for sharing. Showed them to Princess, she cocked her head. Can dogs see photos? How’s the buy local weekend going?
Saturday * 4:41 p.m.
Rose
GR8! Gift tins are a hit. Doing a biz in hot coffee/choc. Fully booked for Santa Paws. Oops, got to go—Archie just took off after Colette. Later.
Saturday * 4:43 p.m.
Me
Later.
Later, Rose. Babe.
Saturday * 10:02 p.m.
Mateo
Could’ve used you @CLC today! Ran our asses off. Sharing a pitcher w/J-L.
Mateo
Caught Rosita smiling couple of times. Looking at her phone. More color in her cheeks.
Saturday * 10:14 p.m.
Jean-Luc
Missed your footie skills last Th. Sign up for Jan indoor session starts next wk.
Saturday * 10:20 p.m.
Me
Subtle, guys, subtle. Don’t close the place down. Again.
Me
Good to hear she’s happier. Thanks.
The eyes worry me though.
Saturday * 11:37 p.m.
Me
Know it’s too late, you’re sleeping now. But had to know—did you catch up with Archie & Colette? Kids, adults, dogs or ?
Me
Played in snow at park today. Fun but cold for single-coat dog.
Me
HRH curled up on bed under her blankets. Drew line at having her under my covers even tho she tried it on for size.
Fuck. Too much. Guessed it came from doing nothing much all day. I’d run tomorrow morning, go in and do some roasts. Take baby girl to the park again. Call Pete, see if he had any action on my next gig. See if there was any news on other fronts.
Saturday * 11:42 p.m.
Rose
Not too late, not sleeping. Boxer Archie spotted poodle Colette waiting in Santa Paws line, chased her. Think they’re engaged now LOL.
Rose
Goodnight, Rafe. Sleep tight. Keep warm. Kiss for HRH.
Saturday * 11:45 p.m.
Me
Goodnight, Rose. Sleep tight. Belly rub for Pi.
Keep warm. Kisses for you. Always on my mind .