Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 538

Oh, right. Bart always liked to wear loose-fitting clothes.

Especially in the spring and fall, he had so many of those loose, chunky-knit sweaters…

She squinted, and for a fleeting moment, the man speaking across from her seemed to morph into Bart’s likeness.

“Bart,” she slurred, her voice hazy with drink, suddenly cutting him off. “Did you ever end up eating those grasshoppers?”

The conversation stopped cold.

The man on the other side stared at her for a second. “What did you just call me?”

“Theo…” Emma rubbed her eyes. Oh, right. It was just Theodore.

She waved a dismissive hand. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“You’re drunk,” Theodore said with a chuckle.

Emma nodded. Of course she was. Why else would she mistake him for someone else?

Suddenly, the lively mood felt spoiled. She propped her head on her hand. “I’ve definitely had too much. I think I’ll turn in early.”

Getting up, she leaned on Cindra. “Come on, let’s go back to our room.”

“Alright, boss,” Cindra said. She could hold her liquor better than Emma; the beer had only made her more animated, but her mind was still clear. Cindra even turned back to wave goodbye to Anna before helping Emma back to their room.

Almost in unison, Theodore and Anna called out, “Bye.”

Emma never expected that tonight, of all nights, she would dream of Bart.

It had been twelve years. For many of those years, she hadn’t given him a second thought. And now, here she was in a foreign country, dreaming of him.

In the dream, he came roaring down the coast in a cool, souped-up jeep, the deep growl of its engine tearing through the seaside tranquility. She was standing on a pier with a group of classmates, watching him approach until he screeched to a halt in front of them.

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