Chapter 4 – Extract 21 from The Paradise Induction!
“Arianna, if you’ve met someone, I understand,” I typed with a heart-beat so fast, it made breathing hard.
“No, I haven’t met anyone silly,” she replied. “I haven’t met anybody at all. Don’t worry so much.”
It got worse.
“Hey Arianna,” I said one night.
“Can’t talk for long Chris. I have someone coming over. We’re having steaks!”
Please let it be a ‘she.’ Please let it be a ‘she.’
“He’s a really good friend. Oh! He’s here. Got to go. Talk to you later!”
Arianna Lane has signed off.
Every time she disconnected abruptly, my room took on the atmosphere of a Temple of Doom trap—walls closing in, ceiling shifting down.