"Anna get out of there!" Evanna demanded from the other side of the door. "You're going crazy!"
I was leaning against the door my knees scrunched up against my chest. My head rested in my hands as I tried to breathe.
"I know!" I called back. "What's wrong with me?" I chock. No. No way I was going to cry. I'm better than this.
"Come out and have a cookie." Evanna answered softly.
I didn't want a cookie for once. I didn't move.
"Anna." She said firmly but kind. I took a deep breath. I unlocked the door without getting up. Slowly I cracked the door and slid out. Evanna crashed me into a hug.
"Okay let's get to the tough questions, why are you reading so much?"
I didn't have an answer. I shrugged.
"I'm fine with you reading just not so much."
I nodded.
"I'm cutting you back to two books a week tops."
"That's not fair!" I stood up.
"It's my final word." She was right. She was always right.
"Okay?" She asked with concern.
"Okay." I agreed.
I took a cookie off of the plate Denny was still holding and I bit into it. For the first time in weeks I sat there and watched television for a couple of hours.
A week and a half later and I stuck to my two book a week plan. It was nice to slow down a bit and not absorb it. I got to breath a little nicer without freaking out about what was going to happen to my favorite character. It was more relaxed. And I didn't even have to take it to work! Though I still might walk around Barnes and Nobles barefoot. That was just fun. I was cozying up on the couch with my new book. I was only on chapter 5 on day 2 I was so proud of myself thank you very much. I was drinking some nice apple juice with lighting bolt shaped ice cubes. "Mail for you!" Evanna called as she entered the apartment. She then handed me a letter. The return address was from New York. I didn't even have to look at the name to know it was from my dad. It has been a month and a half since I came back from my trip to New York let alone when I saw him during the beginning of the trip. Inside was no note but a slip of paper. It was a plane ticket. Memories flowed back to me like a horrible nightmare. How could I possibly forget?
"Holy shit I'm moving."
"WHAT!?" Evanna shrieked almost dropping her iced tea. I guess I never really told Evanna the full story of what happened that lovely dinner. I swallow hard and told her everything. The dinner, the business associate, the disappointment. Everything. When I finished there was just silence.
"What are you doing to do?" She asked. I shook my head.
I sat there for a long time.
"I-I have to go I guess." Saying it aloud didn't make it any less hard. She nodded.
"When?" Wa her next question.
I look down at the ticket.
"Three weeksish." I said monotone.
"You have to tell Joe."
I nodded again.
"I'll tell him...soon. He has Twisted and I don't want to ruin that for him." I sat up straight and headed for my book again. Suddenly a book didn't seem too interesting. I walked straight to my room and sat for a long time. I was still too in shock to cry.
A couple days later Joe called.
"Hey!" He exclaimed smiling wide. He looked so happy.
"Hey." I force a smile. Joe I guess noticed.
"What's wrong?" He asked curiously. I took a long breath. I swallowed the lump the size of King Kong that was lodged in my throat.
"I'm moving." I croaked. Joe stared at me in shock. His eyes bulged out of his head. He looked as if he had been knocked over a bit and managed to grab a chair.
"What?" He questioned.
"My dad sent me a letter. Of a plane ticket. He wants me to be a business associate." I choke out. This was a lot harder than I expected it to be.
"Oh."
I wiped away a few tears. I was not crying right now, I wasn't going to let that happen.
"I'm coming home." Was the next thing he said.
"No!" I protested. "Stay do your show. I'm not leaving for another three weeks I'll be here when you get back." Walker still didn't look convinced.
"I promise." I said sincerely. Joe nodded and signed off. That was when I cried.