Here We Come (Aggie's Inheritance) (4 page)

From:
[email protected]

Subject:
Thankful
for
pests?

And
I
don’t
mean
me…
just
why
would
you
be
thankful
for
a
spider?

Glad
you
still
love
me,

Migsie
(For
the
record,
combining
Aggie
and
Mibs
doesn’t
work)

Her
fingers
nearly
twitched
as
she
waited
for
his
reply.
Apparently
,
his
careful
attention
to
wording
was
not
limited
to
conversations
in
person
or
on
messenger.
Even
letters
took
him
some
time
to
compose.
Did
he
start
his
occasional
notes
to
her
half
a
dozen
times
before
he
got
the
words
just
right?
She
suspected
that
he
did.

To:
[email protected]

From:
[email protected]

Subject:
Aggibs

You’re
right.
It
doesn’t.
Yours
is
better.
I’ll
reserve
that
for
when
you
need
to
be
put
in
your
place
(you
know,
anytime
you
dare
disagree
with
my
superior
wisdom).

I
am
grateful
to
the
spider
because
he
inspired
my
feeble
attempt
at
gallantry.
That
attempt
was
rewarded
with
your
assurance
that
you’d
like
me
to
be
around
to
stomp
your
spiders
for
the
rest
of
your
life.
You
see,
my
gratitude
is
self-centered
and
greedy.
I
make
no
apologies
for
it.
I’m
afraid
I
am
not
sorry
and
cannot
lie
and
pretend
I
intend
to
mend
my
ways.

Now
go
to
sleep.
Let’s
just
sort
of
pretend
this
didn’t
happen.
Remember
the
spider
and
your
words
about
him
and
his
kind
and
forget
the
milk.
Besides,
it’ll
happen
again.
That’s
one
thing
I
know
I
can
promise.

I
love
you
(tired
of
hearing
that
yet?)

Luke
the
Lucky
(It
works
better
with
Leif)

Aggie
couldn’t
resist
one
last
quick
note
back.
Although
she
preferred
the
swiftness
of
the
messenger,
these
emails
would
definitely
go
in
the
scrapbook
of
their
conversations
and
his
notes.
Already
it
was
very
precious
to
her.

To:
[email protected]

From:
[email protected]

Subject:
No.

I
am
not(tired
of
hearing
it
,
that
is).
Thought
you
ought
to
know.

Aggie
de
la
Mibs

Tuesday
,
November
1
8
^th

Aggie’s
cell
phone
blasted
Beethoven’s
fifth
symphony,
the
latest
in
a
series
of
ringtones
that
Laird
found
hilarious.
His
changing
them
approximately
once
every
other
day
would
drive
her
to
the
nut
house
or
keep
her
from
needing
it—she
wasn’t
sure
which.

“Aunt
Aggie?”
Ellie’s
voice
broke
through
her
concentration
on
Luke’s
latest
text
message.

“Hmm?”

“Is
it
t-o
the
store
or
t-o-o
the
store?
I
can
never
remember.”