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Bridge had a problem. Well, maybe problem wasn't the correct term for it. Maybe conundrum. A mystery. Oh! An enigma! Yeah, that was it. Wasn't that a saying about the female sex? They were an enigma? Bridge hadn't put too much stock in that thought, but he was beginning to reconsider his stance on women. Apparently interacting with them was a lot harder than he had thought. And to think he'd been doing it, apparently wrong, for twenty-one years!
There were plenty of people on the island who knew more than Bridge did, and lots he could talk to, but the person he really wanted to talk to about all of this was Devon. Devon was getting married, which meant he had experience and wisdom, and he was always very patient with Bridge when most people would give up and walk away.
So Bridge positioned himself on the beach just outside of Casa Bartowski, waiting for Devon to come home with his head and hands in the sand, feet in the air.
There were plenty of people on the island who knew more than Bridge did, and lots he could talk to, but the person he really wanted to talk to about all of this was Devon. Devon was getting married, which meant he had experience and wisdom, and he was always very patient with Bridge when most people would give up and walk away.
So Bridge positioned himself on the beach just outside of Casa Bartowski, waiting for Devon to come home with his head and hands in the sand, feet in the air.