I had earlier stuffed an envelope full of a plant project and put it in Emily's mailbox. She came over the moment she got home from her Gma's. And forgoed the last episode of ANTM so we could make a seed germinator and an observation log. When I told her she could take it home, I could see she was worried about me. While I yakked on the phone with Albert, we dragged out walkie talkies, batteries, a screwdriver and got those puppies going.
Emily just knew we would need to be in constant touch regarding this bean seed resting on some cotton in a plastic bag. Last night we went to our garden plot and used them to talk to each other even in the car. When we got back she ran home and handed it over to her mom so that I could apologize for her being late.
I heard from her off and on for the next ten minutes. After a twenty minute lull (must have beeb bath time) she called out "well, I'm off to bed." I imagined her all sleek and comfy getting tucked in while it was still nice and bright outside. "Sweet Dreams," I offered. "You too," she signed off. I almost felt like going to bed right then so that we could be perfectly synched.
Instead I cleaned some more and then huddled in bed with a copy of "You are Not Into Him Either" and a highlighter and pens so that I could mark it up proper before I give it to Sweet.
Emily called me this morning at 6 a.m. with the blaring ring tone but was not there when I replied. I'm sure her parents wresteld her to the ground and took the walkie talkie away. They just don't get me.
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