Old Version Of Big Bend (Gt)

Snapchat

Angie

"I heard there was a bit of a scene earlier today," Dave said, lying on his bed as he scrolled through his phone. I looked up from my own phone.

"Oh, yeah, this guy at the visitor center," I said. "This dude showed up and started yelling at Easton. Some shit about facebook conspiracies and Easton being a spy and-honestly, I wasn't really following his line of thinking."

"Shit," Dave said. "How'd Easton take it?"

I spent a brief moment wondering what Dave's motivation for the question might be - maybe concern over how Easton might react? He still seemed jumpy around the giant. Then again, he had invited him stargazing the other night. And then barely spoken to him since. The guy at the visitor center's thought process wasn't the only one I was having trouble following.

"I mean, I don't think he really cared about the conspiracy stuff. And John had us take a break anyways. He was kind of hurt by the stuff the guy was yelling at the end, though. He told some kid Easton would 'kill him and his parents'. Among other things."

"Ouch," Dave said. "That's harsh."

"Yeah," I agreed, wincing at the memory. I glanced down at a snapchat notification on my phone. "Oh, Penelope says hi."

"Tell her I said hi back," Dave replied.

I responded by taking a blurry photo of him to send back to her.

"Do you think Easton has snapchat?" Dave asked after a moment.

"Um, I dunno." I raised an eyebrow, considering the question. "I guess he has a phone. Not really sure about the compatibility of human-aphirial operating systems and apps. You could ask him?"

Dave shook his head quickly. "I was just wondering."

"Okay," I said.

"Is Penelope still coming to visit soon?" Dave asked.

"Uh, yeah. Next week," I replied.

"That'll be cool. She seems chill," Dave said.

"Yeah. We were planning a camping trip, if you wanted to join us," I said. The conversation moved on from there, and eventually, I felt herself growing tired as the evening drew on. Slightly before ten, I finally excused myself to my own room. As I got ready for bed, I glanced out the window. The lights of Easton's house were just visible from it - the fact that they'd managed to mostly camouflage such an imposing building remained an impressive feat in my mind. Other than that, the desert was all dark and still. Until I saw a set of headlights appear in the distance, drawing steadily closer.
Bit late to be arriving, I mused. It was most likely some well intentioned, but inexperienced family who was learning first hand how long the drive from any of the major cities was. Turning away from the window, I went to hop into the shower.