Room 234/236: Sunday night, late
Parker returned Jarod's phone call as soon as she was back in her room. It gave her a little space to not-think, and try not to replay the events of the afternoon in her head.
Then she wrote to Angelo.
TO: Angelo
FROM: Parker
RE: Rumor
Brat! You told! I can't believe you!
...A minute later, she got a response.
FROM: Angelo
TO: Parker
RE: RE: Rumor
Not sorry. You okay? Rumor?
TO: Angelo
FROM: Parker
RE: RE: Rumor
Alive. I'm considering options. Talking to Jarod Tuesday.
Still mad at you. But. Thank you.
TO: Parker
FROM: Angelo
RE: RE: RE: Rumor
Welcome.
*Sugar snaps* Crackerjack* Honeyoats * Pixie Stix
...Angelo's version of I'm-sorry-love-ya-hang-in-there. Which had Parker laughing and wanting to cry again, exhaustion catching up with her. She curled up on her bed and slowly nursed a glass of scotch. Wondering what would happen next.
Then she wrote to Angelo.
TO: Angelo
FROM: Parker
RE: Rumor
Brat! You told! I can't believe you!
...A minute later, she got a response.
FROM: Angelo
TO: Parker
RE: RE: Rumor
Not sorry. You okay? Rumor?
TO: Angelo
FROM: Parker
RE: RE: Rumor
Alive. I'm considering options. Talking to Jarod Tuesday.
Still mad at you. But. Thank you.
TO: Parker
FROM: Angelo
RE: RE: RE: Rumor
Welcome.
*Sugar snaps* Crackerjack* Honeyoats * Pixie Stix
...Angelo's version of I'm-sorry-love-ya-hang-in-there. Which had Parker laughing and wanting to cry again, exhaustion catching up with her. She curled up on her bed and slowly nursed a glass of scotch. Wondering what would happen next.