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“Circle it,” I instruct on an offering of the pen.
“You sure?”
“Your word. Your circle.”
A small amount of excitement thrums through his gaze as he transfers the writing tool into his possession.
A lot like Lurch and Frankensuck, he’s started to have a fondness for participating in doing these whenever possible.
None of them got the appeal at first.
But like so many great things…time helped reveal the true magic of playing “Where’s Waldo” with words.
Hitting the call button on my device for Wes is followed by me handing Hill the booklet to continue playing without me. I press the receiver tightly to my ear and unconsciously suck in a deep breath of anticipation that I hold.
And hold.
And hold while it rings.
And rings.
And rings.
And keeps ringing until his voicemail message begins.
Hope that he simply just didn’t get a chance to see or hear the device because he was momentarily occupied is what prompts me into repeating the call.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
Rather than try a fourth, I redirect my efforts to someone else, someone who can probably reach him despite that I can’t.
Two rings are all J.T. allows to occur before chipperly answering, “Catwoman.”
“Puppet Boy.”
Small laughter leaves us both and for a minor moment a flicker of hope returns.
Perhaps just because I’m losing Wes, doesn’t mean I have to lose him too.
“Busy?” I nervously inquire.
“Headed to an acquisition meeting with the owner of Runt’s Beer, then a meeting with Faulk who wants to turn that Fire & Ash event you helped make into a mega success an annual event, then early drinks with Morgan to break the news about needing to fire the current head brewer he vouched for before having late drinks with Sully to off the books explain to him why pickle is not an unusual whiskey flavor but an abomination that should never see the light of day.”
It’s impossible not to snicker, “So…yes?”
“Eh,” he chuckles back, “I’m not not busy.” More chortles precede an unexpected proclamation, “But I’ve always got time for you Uhura.”
Pressing my lips tightly together is done to stop the tears that are threatening to expose themselves.
“Need something?”
“My fiancé to be more like you” is definitely not the answer I should say.
Even if it’s the one I want to.
