"You need to get one," Gillian said to me. "You’re making me sad. You’re making everyone very sad."
"A little sadness is good for people," I said back. "It lets you appreciate the full spectrum of human emotion. The highs and lows." I knew I wasn’t going to win this one, though. She was tenacious, like a little terrier, and dedicated to preserving my well-being, like a little terrier.
"No!" she said, and poked a finger right at my nose. "No spectrums. And no more of you being stubborn and afraid of change."
I took a deep breath and hunched my shoulders up towards my ears. “I’m not afraid of change,” I said, and then let out the breath. The shoulders stayed right where they were, though. “Okay, I am, but I’m also just lazy. And I’m fine with how things are now!” I reached into my pocket. “Look! Look at this little guy. He’s still doing so great after all these years.”
Gillian took one look at my phone, my very ancient phone that had a cracked face so I couldn’t tell who was calling me and flipped open like an arthritic clam and had a dangly charm of one of those little Japanese waving kittens hanging off of it. She grabbed me by both biceps and said, “Too sad!”
It’s my story! I’m very excited about it! It was very fun to write, enough that I sort of am not ready to say goodbye to the characters in it yet. I hope you’ll find it fun to read!
Here are the fun facts re: the content of the story: I have not seen Her and I’ve never used Siri!