Earlier today I was on the boat reading up on the history of the San Juan archipelago including the extremely fascinating Pig War (and jotting down notes on 3×5 cards – because yes, my sophomore summer is apparently transitioning to junior year AP mode) when Iain called to tell me scandalous secrets.
I have officially advanced in phone etiquette to the extent that I occasionally speak instead of just giggling – amazing! Over the course of the conversation Iain reminded me that I have access to his flat for two weeks while he and Xtina are on holiday. They are the best ever! I feel so lucky that we met – knowing them has enriched my life beyond imagining.
Right after we said goodbye my phone started ringing again, this time with an unknown number. I surprised myself by answering – and a good thing too, because it was Jody calling from Israel to tell me about photographing graffiti in Yafo and reading newspaper reports about NIN at the Wailing Wall.
I offered to introduce him to one of my assorted Tel Aviv friends and he exclaimed He might be a serial killer!
I answered I know serial killers, but he isn’t one, I swear! I would tell you!