Thursday, November 17th
62.)
>>Hey
>>Lin wants to do some stuff this weekend
>>Rain check on the beach house??
I sighed and fell back on my bed. It was Thursday evening. I could still work on Academy A tomorrow while my mom was at work. I had a lot of the chapter already mapped out; I just had to find the time to sit down and work on it.
And anyway, wasn't the whole point of going to the beach house to write more? Last weekend I didn't even write. Lotta good that did...
>>I want to talk with you.
>>Before the weekend
>>If that is okay
The replies were curt, short, and without emojis attached.
I sighed. Blossom must have come to the same conclusion I did: she shouldn't be around me. I just kept making mistakes, kept messing everything up. I was selfish. I only ever took from her.
>>Okay
I sent the message and went to the kitchen to find something to bake. I needed to stay busy.
>>Where do you want to meet
>>To talk
>>I can pick you up if you like
I didn't reply until two in the morning. I needed to pee and I had to break the rhythm of the kitchen. I wasn't sure what time I had started, but the timestamps in my texts said '7 hours ago'.
>>Idk I'm busy tomorrow
I sat on the toilet and looked at my hands. The pads of my fingertips were raw. I decided to make croquembouche, which predictably turned out terrible since the pastry cream takes hours to cool and I wasn't paying attention to the time. I made almost five hundred cream puffs, but I only had the filling for about a third of them.
I knew my mom was talking to me about something at one point. I'd gotten really good at holding conversations with her when she was in the kitchen, but I almost never remembered what they were about. I tried to focus. Ants? Aunts? Did I have an aunt? Not a real one, but a lot of my mom's friends were my "aunts". Maybe something about one of them.
Despite it being two in the morning, or maybe because of it, Blossom's reply came pretty quickly.
>>This is pretty important.
>>Are you able to make the time
>>It would mean a lot to me
Blossom didn't like being so direct, so... impersonal. But the more that Amy blew her off, the more Blossom wanted to just reach out and slap her.
My phone buzzed as I was washing my hands. The hot water hurt, but they were covered in sticky caramel. I dried my hands tenderly on the towel before replying.
>>Idk maybe in the evening
>>Why
>>You can just tell me in text
>>It's fine
>>I would prefer we talked in person
Not least because it took Amy 7 hours to reply to a message sometimes.
>>Fine
>>Tomorrow evening??
I didn't want to do this in person. If she didn't want to see me anymore, couldn't she just say that over text? My head was aflutter with a whole new kind of anxiety, so I put my phone back down and went to finish filling more cream puffs.
>>That sounds very good
Blossom knew that she probably made Amy more anxious. That she was probably scrambling to bake something. That she might be keeping her hands busy all night. But this was a talk that needed to happen.
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