Dealing with Mr fucking right.
I reached up and pulled it down without looking, expecting Emma, Emma always knew, somehow, when to call me and looked at the screen.
It was not Emma.
The message was from a number I had saved last night with no forethought whatsoever, sitting in that parking lot with my forehead on the steering wheel.
Cameron Tucker.
I opened it.
Good morning, beautiful. I have a session with some 4th graders this afternoon, teaching them the basics, mostly chaos, entirely entertaining. I'd love it if you came and watched. Just thought you could use something that makes you smile today.
I read it twice, then I read it a third time.
Bab Populer