Page 135 of Sweetheart
"Thanks, Dad. I'm good," I said back.
"Do you want me to pick up anything for you at the store?"
"No, like I said, I'm fine."
"Your voice sounds off."
Eyes wide, I shook my head as Samcocked a brow. "That's probably because I'm sick."
There was a moment of pause.
Then, Dad said, "Okay, if you're sure."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, and can you tell Sam to use the front door next time?"
Sam nearly chuckled, but I covered his mouth with my palm.
"He's more than welcome to stay, but I'd prefer it if you guys hang out in the living room.That good with you, Sam?"
Lowering my hand, he said, "Sure, Mr. Kent."
"We'll be out in a few minutes," I said meekly. "Thanks, Dad."
"No problem, kid."
After he was gone, I let out another sigh then lifted my head to meet Sam's amused gaze.
"Still want to stay?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said as if any other answer wasn't even a consideration.
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"Moira is the best thing about this show."
I slantedSam a look. "Five seconds ago, you said it was David."
"I changed my mind," he said."It's definitely Moira Rose."
"Was there ever any doubt?" I asked.
We were seated in my living room, watching re-runs ofSchitt's Creekand eating the food Sam brought forme.I'd taken the grilled cheese; Sam inhaled the Chinese broccoli and beef with lo mein;and we each had a ginger ale to chase it all down. By unanimous decision, we'd started with season 4—the best in my opinion—and were currently five episodes in.
"You know what, no," he said. "The writing. That's the best thing."
"Agreed," I said. "Actors wouldn't have much to say without the writers."
"Yeah…but Moira and David. They're amazing."
"Why don't you just say all the characters?" I asked.
"Because it's not all of them."
"What about Patrick?"
Sam scoffed. "What about him? He's not funny."
