Grace
Tis a gift to be free?
Sat Jun 7, 2014 22:59
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Grace patiently waited for the answer to her question. Sometimes, due to the sign language thing and the need for a free hand, their conversations had a slowness to them. It didn’t bother her, which is part of what made them such good friends. Grace and Logan knew how the other one worked. Her hyper energy was enough to balance out him, and he provided a nice calming environment that she needed. There was a reason they’d been friends for so many years.

“Two salted caramel mochas, please,” Grace requested while Logan counted out his change, “And those can be iced, right? …excellent, thank you!” She distinctly remembered the last time Logan had a hot beverage and didn’t know it was hot. Plus, it was too humid out to have hot coffee.

Grace wasn’t entirely picky when it came to drinks and coffee and stuff like that. There was specific food she didn’t like (cauliflower and Canadian bacon were part of that list), but the only thing she disliked was when people tried to make fruity coffee. Like, really, what was that about? Did a blueberry coffee sound good to anyone? Tea, maybe, but coffee? Coffee was only meant to have something sweet in it. Candy sweet. Chocolate, rich candy sweet. Fruit didn’t go there. You could drink coffee and eat a blueberry muffin, but she didn’t want to crumble up the muffin and let it flavor her coffee.

Needless to say, the featured flavor of the day on their menu received a wrinkled nose of disapproval.

“I haven’t heard from Savannah in three weeks. She usually writes more than that. Is that bad?”

Grace leaned against one of the counters and shrugged. “I mean, it’s not good. But I don’t know if it’s an emergency?” She didn’t have much experience in the relationship department. Any, in fact. There were a few crushes here and there, and then there was the girl from church, but Grace never actually dated someone. No one was interested and, if they had been, they had her older sister, her sister’s husband, her sister’s husband’s brothers, her sister’s husband’s best friends, and Logan to go through. That was, like, fourteen or so people.

“It could be a ton of things. Maybe she’s busy; maybe she’s done with you--.” Grace turned and thanked the barista. After handing Logan’s drink over to him and taking hers, Grace continued.

“I don’t know. What was the last thing you wrote to her?” Even though she didn’t have much personal experience to offer, Grace hoped she could be at least a little helpful. It sounded like it might be the silent treatment. Whenever Hyana was angry with Brett, she’d spend extra time at work or just ignore him when she was home. It usually happened after Brett said something particularly upsetting.

  • Tis a gift to be simpleLogan, Fri Jun 6 19:37
    Logan spent most of his life being steered by women. When it wasn’t Celeste and Lia and Savannah in Boston and New York, it was Charline and Grace at RMI. Almost surprisingly, his mother was the... more
    • Tis a gift to be free? — Grace, Sat Jun 7 22:59
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