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Love and Peaches
Book: Love and Peaches Read Online Free
Author: Jodi Lynn Anderson
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face.”
    Murphy guffawed and then immediately silenced herself.
    â€œWhat do you think?” Birdie asked.
    â€œYou know what I think.”
    Murphy had already said she thought Birdie wasn’t ready to be engaged. A lot of people would have said that. But Birdie was excited to have this thing with Enrico. She was excited that she could have him around for the rest of her life. She couldn’t imagine finding someone better to make a life with.
    â€œI’m not like you, Murphy. I don’t need to sow my wild oats like you do. I like being settled.”
    â€œBut maybe you’re settl ing . Maybe that’s what you’re feeling.Remember that time you were telling me about Disney World? How you said you really loved the Dumbo ride?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œOkay, well, so you said you didn’t want to go on any other ride, but then you went on Space Mountain. And well, you know, that ride is way better.”
    â€œEnrico is not the Dumbo ride!” Birdie gasped into the phone.
    â€œOkay, okay,” Murphy said sheepishly. “Then I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on with your feelings. You’re a deep well, Birdie. Things take a while to play out with you sometimes.”
    Birdie fiddled with the phone cord. She felt badly for yelling at Murphy, who knew her so well.
    â€œI feel scared.”
    â€œThat, I understand,” Murphy murmured.
    â€œI feel like I’ve forgotten something big.”
    They both were silent for a while. Birdie let out a wistful sigh. She decided to change the subject.
    â€œAre you gonna see Rex?” she asked.
    â€œOh, maybe. I dunno.”
    Birdie smiled. Murphy acted the most careless about the things that made her the most nervous.
    A voice interrupted them in Spanish, telling them they had one minute left.
    â€œOkay, well,” Birdie said, “I guess I’m out of credit on my phone card. And some lady’s waiting to use the phone anyway.”
    â€œOkay. Okay. Well, I hate that you’re not here. You’re not still kissing that stupid chicken, are you?”
    â€œNo,” Birdie lied.
    â€œAll right. Love you.”
    â€œYou too.”
    Birdie hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute. Then she turned and walked.
    She walked back the way she’d come, down by the floating market, and into a stationery store. She bought some paper, an envelope, and stamps, and then walked back outside, positioning herself on a stone bench.
    She thought maybe she’d write to her mom. Or maybe to Poopie. It was still weird, sometimes, choosing between them in little ways like this.
    But finally she decided that what was inside was too big to write to either of them. She just stared off into space, tapping the pen against her chin, miserable.
    She decided to write a fake letter instead.
    Enrico, she wrote. I can’t do this. Please forget me.
    She felt tears welling up in her eyes at her own melodramatic words. But they calmed her. It was like shock therapy. They were things she’d never actually say or mean. She tapped the pen against her chin for a moment.
    Your white pants make me want to punch you in the face.
    Birdie
    Birdie stared at the letter and a tiny, peaceful smile slipped onto her face. She took it a step further, tearing off a stamp, lickingit, and placing it on the front of the envelope. For the return address she wrote, Birdie, Country Mouse.
    And then she stood up and started walking again.
    She walked past the bus station, but this time she stopped, staring at a bus with the banner AEROPUERTO .
    She longed to go to the aeropuerto . She longed to hop a flight and go home and forget that Mexico and Enrico had ever happened. Then she wouldn’t have to make choices.
    There was a blue postbox right by the ticket counter. Birdie stared at her letter, feeling half crazy. She wouldn’t send it, of course.
    But she found herself walking to the postbox. She found herself
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