Emergency Contact(31)



Sam enjoyed texting Penny. They talked about work, sleep, food, random facts. It didn’t need to be anything important. Their last text had been what to eat for breakfast. Since Penny had seen him at his lowest, there was no reason to act cooler than he was. It felt easy, a bit like summer camp—their texts had no bearing on their actual lives. It helped that she didn’t seem to tire of him. No matter how dumb his questions.

Would you watch a documentary about a cat?


She texted back immediately.

Totally

Cats rule And then:

Some are assholes tho

There’s this super cool guy that lives under our porch now What else?

That’s pretty much it

K then maybe


At 2:34 p.m. Sam had cleared the tables, wiped them down, and steam-cleaned the espresso machine.

I have to make a documentary for a class Ah

Ergo cat


Sam enjoyed it as a response. Ergo: cat. He couldn’t call what his new friend would say next. He tried to remember the last time he’d slipped so easily into conversation without the added diversion of skateboarding or drinking or sex. Talks with Penny felt good. Wholesome, normal, and curiously productive since they mostly discussed schoolwork. They were lab partners.

EMERGENCY PENNY

Today 6:01 PM

Would you read a short story on zombie food Or nah?

Is this a legitimate concern of yours?

Maraschino cherries

are the undead

OK

Riveted

Please continue

Perfectly healthy stone fruit are drowned in calcium chloride + sulfur dioxide

BOOM

Total ghost food

It’s how come they’re see-through Hmm . . .

I admit my interest is waning

They gave me one on my pudding

Get it off

It’s so gross

I can’t touch it

Today 9:12 PM

Hey

?

What about a doc on a guy who’s sick?

What kind of sick?

Terminal disease

YES!!

YES!!?

Sounds depressing af

Into it lol

Healthcare is so messed up Sam wondered if Penny was super political or something. If she was aware of what was going on in the world outside her dorm. Sam was bad at politics the same way he was bad at sports. It was all made up. The more yelling there was about it, the more it seemed like a distraction from what was really going on in the world.

Totally


Sam Googled “American healthcare system” to brush up.

It makes me sick

NO PUN INTENDED

It’s sad

We criminalize the poor

Everything is broken

OK calm down

Don’t tell me to calm down I regret typing it I’m sorry

I know girls hate that EVERYONE hates CALM DOWN

Not just women (don’t say girls) OK

I’m sorry

Anyway

Healthcare What if the guy took matters into his own hands drives to Mexico for drugs Go on

He meets this other sick dude They start a drug ring And . . .

They sell it to poor people/downtrodden/no healthcare OMG

Is this the plot to Dallas Buyers Club?


Sam laughed in real life.

Today 1:45 AM

Top 5 fav things in the world don’t think about it just type Isn’t it a little late to be texting?

Shit were you asleep?

No

But I could have been

I can’t sleep for shit lately Me neither

OK

Top 5…

This feels like a trap

It’s not

I promise

No judgments

I don’t know your life

Your struggles

YOUR JOURNEY


Sam had been thinking about his favorites in bed. He loved the smell of the air before a thunderstorm. Or how Texas weather was so crazy and the landscape so flat that you could see the driving rain in a clean, straight sheet when everything that lay ahead of it was sunny.

Pringles

Pringles?

Sorry I’m eating Pringles

They’re so good

When’s the last time you had a Pringle I forgot about them

I’d miss them when I’m dead You’d miss Pringles when you’re dead?

You said no judgment

Wow

Well?

I guess it’s too late for texting But not for Pringles

It’s never too late for Pringles Then Sam texted Lorraine. Five weeks late and counting.

Last time they’d talked she promised to get a blood test and that was almost a week ago. She’d been flaky when they were together, but he couldn’t believe she’d leave him hanging about such a huge deal. This was literally life or death. Bad enough that Lorraine often said literally when she meant figuratively.

Sam stared at the screen, willing a bubble to appear.

Zip.





PENNY.


“Is this sheer?” Penny stood in front of the mirror in a white, knee-length cotton dress.

“Only when you’re backlit.”

“Is it slutty?”

Jude scoffed. An odd sound between a bleat and a laugh. “I don’t think you’re capable of slutty,” she said, sitting up in bed. “I mean,” she continued, “you’re wearing virginal white.”

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