Page 77 of Tutored in Love
Ivy:What gives?
Me:Guess who else was in my group.
Ivy:Well... John Wayne is dead, so not him...
Me:
Ivy:That guy from the Easter brunch?
Me:Think worst-case scenario here. Who on the earth would be most opposed to spending a week with me in a small group setting?
Ivy:Girl, no way.
Me:Way.
My phone buzzes with an incoming call, but I silence it and go back to frantically texting, ignoring the side-eyes and silent questions coming from a driving Marcus. I should have taken the back seat instead of letting Devin play the gentleman.
Me:Can’t talk. Witnesses.
Ivy:Noah?! In Mexico?
Me:Ten points for you.
Ivy:With you now?
Me:No, he left early yesterday because his brother was in an accident in Denver.
Ivy:You’re killing me! Enough with the twenty questions. Not texting again until you fill me in.
Me:I had no idea he would be there. He had no idea I’d be there. He was a last-minute addition because someone bailed. I tried to clear the air early, but he pretty much stayed away and/or silent... until yesterday morning, when he APOLOGIZED and THANKED me for what I said in my devotional and told me how WRONG he was about things!
Ivy:I CAN’T EVEN!
Me:But then had to leave and no one has heard anything and I’m really worried and I feel like I should reach out but I don’t even have his number and I don’t know what to do and WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??!!!
Ivy:Deep breaths girl we got this.
Me:Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhh!
Ivy:What happened to his brother?
Me:Hit by car while biking. Critical condition. That’s all I know.
Ivy:Dang.
Dave says you need to contact him.
Me:#nonumber #alsoscary #whyisdaveinthisconversation #jkhidave
Ivy:Don’t be so last century. There has to be a way. How did you communicate for tutoring? #chicken
Me:No-longer-a-student email #definitelychicken
Ivy:Social media?
Me:Please. You think Noah is on social media?
Ivy:So you stalked him and found nothing?