Happy On Tuesday morning I call Logan on my car ride to work. He answers immediately, saying, “Hello, beautiful.” I smile. “Good morning. How are you feeling today?” “Better, less groggy. I’ve been wide awake since six AM,” he tells me. “Do you remember that I came to see you last night?” I wonder. “Yes,” he chuckles. “Do you remember sending those messages to Buddy and I?” “No, I still don’t remember those. I’ll look through my phone on the drive home, and I’ll attempt to have them deciphered by the time I see you later.” “Very good,” I grin. “Oh, uh, I had to call Buddy yesterday for work stuff, and he told me to tell you that he wishes you well and that he’ll drop by and see you today around lunchtime. He also wants those text messages explained,” I say playfully. “OK,” he says, and I can hear that he’s smiling. “Did Amelie make you call him?” he then asks. “Yes,” I tell him, suddenly thinking: there’s more to this story than I know.
