Since it was already Sunday, December 19th and I hadn't recently heard from Parker and if in fact he was going to be in Cut Bank on the 20th/21st, I decided to send him one last email with my phone number in it. At this point, I'm still hoping to meet him in a few days. While I'm making the 15-hour trek, the texting starts. It goes a little something like this:
Parker: How are your travels? This is parker
Andrea: Hi. Good. Just driving up the 15 hours now.
Parker: Okay. Drive safe.
Andrea: Thanks. Will do. Am I still going to get to see you?
Parker: Unfortunately not. My project ran late. Will have to fly home instead of drive through Cut Bank.
Andrea: Oh.
Parker: Fiddlesticks. Sadness abounds. next you are going to say you never come to mn and that we live too far apart...
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