Page 94 of Game On

how’s Sourdough doing?

I watch, my heart ticking in time with the blinking dots, as Hudson types, then stops, types again. His reply finally appears.

Hudson:

you’re really asking about my cat at this hour?

Ella:

of course. time stops for no man. or cat, rather

Hudson:

he’s having a grand old time

Ella:

that’s nice

Hudson:

everything okay with you?

A pause. I chew on my lip, debating.

Ella: