Epilogue 2
Ezra
Just googled “how to start a community blowfish.” Apparently illegal. Also apparently fatal.
Harper
I’m calling the cops.
Ezra
Joke’s on you, I’m too hot for jail.
Harper
You cried last week because you got a paper cut from your rock collection binder.
Ezra
It was igneous. Sharp edges. Practically a weapon.
Harper
…I hate you.
Ezra
No you don’t. You love me. Also, I ordered us matching stegosaurus pajamas.
Harper
Divorce.
Ezra
Not legal until Grandma Blue signs the papers.
Harper
…Fine. Bring the pajamas.
Grandma Blue
Just landed in Florence. Wifi is trash. Espresso is perfect.
Ezra
Glad you made it safe, Grandma.
Grandma Blue
Don’t call me Grandma on text, makes me sound old. Call me Blue. Like Beyoncé.
Harper
…You’re literally my grandmother.
Grandma Blue
Semantics.
Ezra
Harper cried watching me confess live. She’s keeping me.
Harper
OMG stop.
Grandma Blue
Finally. About time one of you grew a pair. Ezra, don’t screw it up. Harper, hydrate. And both of you—make me a great-grandbaby before I’m back.
Harper
…
Ezra
…
Harper
Delete this.
Ezra
Already screenshot it. Printing it on a T-shirt.
Grandma Blue
Good boy.
Hey, you. Yeah, you—the one who just finished our story.
Thanks for rooting for us.
Now do me a favor: don’t call me “the one that got away.”
Call me the one that stayed.
—Ezra