MariGold

“ahhhhhhhhhhhhh”

That was Eliza's scream or squeak or squeal.

Just know that if I have any complications with my ears, Eliza's responsible.

“OH my God I can't believe this! Gosh!” she finally said after she finished screaming. She grabbed my arm and gawked at my palm where Wilbur wrote the number

“oh my God! He really wrote this?” she asked rhetorically

I rolled my eyes and snatched back my arm.

“Mari do you know what this means? Wilbur Sanders gave you his number. His private number. OMG!”

I sat beside her on the bed

“so what does this mean?” I asked her

“it means you're the luckiest babe alive...