Since We Last Spoke Book Novels & Stories

Emma and I had lunch on Tuesdays when schedules allowed. We'd been having lunch on Tuesdays, or Wednesdays, or whenever schedules allowed, for twenty years now. The restaurant changed. The conversation didn't. It was always the real one. The unmanaged version. Emma was the only person other than David and my children to whom I was completely transparent without effort. "How's the book?" she'd asked last week. "The fourth edition is out in November." "That's not what I asked."

Running my fingertips along the spines of the books arranged neatly in rows on the bookshelf brings back so many fond memories. “Oh wow…it’s still here…” I gasped in surprise as my finger traced the spine of a very familiar book. “What is?” Zak asked gently as he came to stand next to me. I quickly covered the spine of the book with both of my hands. “Do you remember…this book?” I asked Zak. Zak let out a small chuckle as he smiled alluringly at me. “Of course. ‘The Double Helix’,” Zak replied without a second thought.

The ones who would find the book in October and November and January and March and in the years after that. Who were in their own specific, particular long middles right now. Who did not yet know that the other side existed. Who were going to find out. Because someone had gone and asked. And had written it down. As though every word was worth writing down. Because it was. My phone buzzed. Not a reader message. Not Vivian. Not Adaeze. Ethan. A message I had not expected on a Tuesday in October. "I bought the book this morning. I read it in one sitting. I need to tell you something. Not about us. About the book. Can I call?"

“In the whole city. First month.” “Second week actually.” “Even better.” I smiled at the window. At the city. At nothing in particular. We talked for thirty-seven minutes. About the bookshop and the market and the director and the Sunday quality of a city you are still learning. About Eleanor’s garden and the raised beds and what she was planting in the corner that would take until spring to show. About nothing that mattered and everything that did. He did not mention the bottle. I did not mention Eleanor calling Cassidy.

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"That's honest. Now, what are you going to do about it?" "What can I do? His schedule isn't changing. Mine is already modified. We're both doing our best." "Are you? Both of you?" "I think so." "Thinking isn't knowing. Let me ask differently: when's the last time you had a real conversation? Not logistics. Not schedules. A real, connected conversation." I thought back. Last week? No. Two weeks ago? No. Three weeks ago? The bedrest week. When he was home. When we talked.

She asked me, and I smiled at her. She looked around and pointed at a cafe close by so we could chat. I did not want to be rude, so I obliged and had Amelia follow us. She looked at Amelia strangely, and I hoped it did not affect Amelia. We sat at the table outside, and a waiter came to serve us iced coffee. "Do you still hear from Luna Martha?" She asked about my mother, and I shook my head. "The last time I heard from them was when they sent me a postcard from River Island," I said, and she smiled.

##Chapter 36: Cassidy Book One: Stay "It's been two weeks since I last saw you, tell me how everything is going." Dr. Thompson skims over her notes before her gaze settles on mine. I draw in a steady breath and silently marvel at my answer. "It's been good." My mind tumbles over the past couple of weeks before reiterating, "It's actually been really good." When was the last time I could say that? It feels like forever.

my excitements knew no boundaries. My heart was racing, after hearing his voice, it makes you crave for more, when the person appears after a long time. Happens, when a person who is the reason behind your smile talks to you after a long time. "thanks... " " It's been ten months and twenty six days since we last met, I thought you were busy!!! " "are you even counting?? " he let's a deep sigh. " anyways, Sophie, listen... I'm just here to tell you, I'll be busy for another two months "

It’s late why is he up right now and ringing me. Although I have’t spoken to him in ages. We normally see each other every day but since finals and then this event we haven’t really had time since we came back over a week ago. We’ve been on one date and I went to his game during the week. We studied together for finals which resulted in coming back here for sex which I can’t complain about. Well we didn’t do a lot of studying let’s just say. So I answer his call. “Hi beautiful.” He’s slow sexy voice says coming through the phone.