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?