Stop. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and you’ll always be. Unless you decide to Reichenbach on me again, in which case, we need to talk.
Someday your uncle is going to get tired of paying to send me to school. But I’ll never stop being grateful. I’ll give him a call tomorrow to say thank you; it’s late there.
I just checked with my dad, and he’s surprisingly gung-ho about me going. (Well, not surprisingly.) So yeah, I’m in! Twist my arm. Honestly it sounds kind of amazing and I’ve always wanted to spend time in Oxford and it’ll be nice to try out a college writing workshop if I really want to make a run on this whole novelist thing. Did you tell Lena about this? Today at lunch she was talking about it too. Tom went a little pale and was looking at flights on his phone.
I miss you too. I miss you like breathing. Have I already said that? I do, though. I miss you like naan pizza and builder’s tea. Like you’re the home I never knew I had.
FROM: C. Holmes < [email protected] >
TO: James Watson Jr. < [email protected] >
SUBJECT LINE: Four weeks, two days, three hours, seventeen minutes and forty-two seconds Also, please don’t use Reichenbach as a verb. xxxx