Chapter 12
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"Kay, I bought strawberry-flavored chips today."
"Were they good?"
"Very good," she said. "They're pink, very cute. I think you'd like them too."
I imagined that pink color—sweet and girlish.
"Yesterday we talked about the future, and today I've been thinking about many things," she said. "About my future."
"What things?"
"I think I'll follow my original plan," she said. "Not for anyone else, but for myself."
"That's good."
"I want to open a studio," she said. "At the foot of the mountain, somewhere quiet. What do you think?"
"Sounds beautiful."
"You'll be there too," she said. "I'll make a special corner for you, with the best internet and most comfortable setup."
I imagined the scene—a small courtyard at the mountain's foot, the scent of books, our conversations.
"I'll be waiting," I said.
"I know you will," she said. "That's how we're different—you're always willing to wait."
"And you'll always come back to find me."
"Yes, see you next time," she said. "I'll always come back."
"See you next time."
