Page 48 of Only After We Met

I guess it’s official: you’re pissed.

From: Rhys Baker

To: Ginger Davies

Subject: Clarification

I didn’t mean that as an insult. I was just saying you tend to follow the script in life. And if that’s what you want to do, it’s fine. But maybe you could try to respect people who don’t too. So I’m not looking for the kind of relationship you described. Who knows though? Maybe when we’re forty and we’re still talking, you’ll find me living in a ranch in the Midwest with twenty kids and my second wife, and you’ll laugh when you think of this moment. But right now…at this very instant…I just can’t see it. It’s not a part of my plans.

Come on, Ginger. I miss you.

Help me start November on the right foot.

From: Ginger Davies

To: Rhys Baker

Subject: Note

I want to make one thing clear. First of all, you can’t have twenty kids when you’re forty. You’ve only got fourteen years left. That means it would be impossible.

From: Rhys Baker

To: Ginger Davies

Subject: Smart cookie

I mentioned living with my second wife. Who’s to say I didn’t get my first wife, who used to be my lover, and my second wife pregnant at the same time? Do the math. Ten kids each for two women is totally doable.

From: Ginger Davies

To: Rhys Baker

Subject: I’m getting bored

You can’t see me, but I’m rolling my eyes. And eating a chocolate donut and writing with one hand and thinking that sometimes you piss me off so much, I wouldn’t even give you a bite if you were here. Hear me? Zilch. Not a nibble. Not even a lick.

From: Rhys Baker

To: Ginger Davies

Subject: Mmmm

Jeez, Ginger, do you have some kind of sexual fetish with donuts? Relax, I think I’ll survive without running my tongue across your snack. Unless, of course,donutis a code word.

From: Ginger Davies

To: Rhys Baker

Subject: RE: Mmmm

Pig.

From: Rhys Baker

To: Ginger Davies

Subject: RE: RE: Mmmm