I’ve been keeping in touch with Tillie — even saw her a month ago — but I was starting to get very, very concerned about Jax, whom I had neither seen nor heard from in months. All I had to go on was the news Tillie brought me.
And, well. Tillie is wonderful, but second-hand news is still second-hand news. Finally, I demanded proof that Jax was still alive. And if Jax wasn’t going to come to me, then I would go to Jax. (I started plotting with Tillie to invade Jax’s natural habitat, but in the end I wasn’t required to go on a National Geographic-worthy expedition, because Jax finally got her butt down here.)
I finally got to see her again the other day, and I didn’t realize until I did that I’d missed her so much. Same with Tillie, even though I’d seen her just a month before. And I find it a little amazing, how much you can miss someone without being consciously aware of it — I only realized once I was with them both again how much I missed Jax’s dry wit and Tillie’s enthusiasm, our common interests and points of departure as English majors.
Now that I know, I think I’ll have to make a greater effort to keep in touch — with Jax especially, since she seems to be part-hermit. (And I’m not bad-mouthing those of hermit descent, here, because I am three-fifths hermit myself. I’m merely noting some of the challenges involved with befriending one.) And, well. I’ve now been invited into the natural habitat at some undetermined point in the future, so The Expedition shall take place, and I’m rather looking forward to that.
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