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Best Thing That’s Ever Happened To Me
This was a no-brainer: with a sigh, Jo decided not to call her parents. “Would you mind, Becca, if your family office handles things? I don’t feel strong enough yet to deal with it. I’ll square things once I’m really up.”
“Not a problem, Jo, I just wanted to be sure you were ok with it. I’m sure your insurance will cover everything.”
Jo gave her a thumbs up as Becca returned to her call. There’ll be time enough for each of us to learn about our respective families, and exchange stories about how we each grew up. Plus, I really didn’t want to deal with the guilt trip of not calling mom or dad when I woke at the ER – since I’m already dealing with the guilt trip of moving in on Becca, Adam’s girlfriend.
She didn’t realize she’d been distractedly swirling her spoon around the soup without actually slurping any of it down as she thought about things. Becca surprised her with a gentle hand to her forehead, and she released the spoon with a start.
“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you. I was asking you whether you wanted something else to eat? You weren’t answering, and I didn’t want to shout … so, um, you don’t seem to like the food here. Can I order something through Doordash or Uber Eats? I think there are some places nearby that we can order from …”
Jo grinned and grabbed Becca’s slim wrist. She wanted Becca to continue stroking her forehead but she also wanted to hold Becca’s hand again. “Would love another kind of soup, maybe, and some kale or other salad? This soup’s not doing it for me.”
“I should have guessed – picky eater. I really hope you won’t be a demanding kind of patient when we’re on that train, Jo,” Becca smirked as she pointedly looked at the hand that Jo didn’t feel like releasing. “Not possible to get delivery in the middle of Glacier National Park if you don’t like the food on the train, you know.”
Jo reluctantly let go of Becca’s hand so that she could fiddle with her phone and order a decent dinner for them. “If this plays out the way I hope it would, I don’t think food will be much on our minds, Becs.”
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Skydancer,
You have strangled me with grief! My God! What a traumatic delivery you’ve written.
Triggering stuff. Keep going.
All the best luck,
Blackbird
Thanks,
Had to get it out of my head.
U, on the other hand, are awesome. I see you flex there, with Gentleman Jack. I mean, what can’t you do?
You do the best stuff here, Blackbird.
Hey Skydancer, Nice to be in touch again. What of yours should I read tonight or whenever you get this request? Presently, just so you’ll know how to guide me to the stories you think I’d enjoy, I’m in the headspace of being on the edge of a story about to birth. It’s a tale about Anne Lister’s watch and how she behaves with, or toward it. The watch has power. It came from someplace special and came especially to her. For all those reasons and more I’d like to know Anne Lister’s watch’s origin story,
My sincere thanks for your compliment on my Gentleman Jack series. I’ve been off writing many other types of things and have been away from even thinking about fanfiction until, as Anne Lister might say, “Good Lord.”
My “Good Lord” moment was when the characters hooked me during episode three of Gentleman Jack.
Okay, recommendations of what of yours I should read.
Be well, Skydancer. The moon is out tonight.
Blackbird
Skydancer, Wonderful narration. Vivid view into Becca’s pain. Eager for a glimpse into her and Jo’s magical train ride. Great beginning!
Thanks, took a while to get it together.
Yup, you guessed it. The train ride was and will be the piece de resistance of this whole thing, in my mind, that I found that I could not not write down.
Hope all is well!
Skydancer, you’ve written some wonderful stories over the years but, this is stellar. Thanks for sharing. Can hardly wait for more. Thanks for posting,