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greatest and weirdest thing was—I could talk to him for hours and hours.  That night before he went home, we exchanged phone numbers.  I didn’t know if talking on the phone to a guy was something that was normally done or not but it was his idea, so I went with it. 
                  I finished cleaning up the house after dinner.  Abel offered but he looked exhausted.  I shooed him out and went to the bathroom and drew a hot bath.  I soaked in that white claw foot tub for at least an hour and then I heard my phone ringing from my shorts on the floor.  I scrambled to lean over the tub and dry my hands before swiping the screen and answering. 
                  “Hello?” I tried my best to stay still so that the person on the other end couldn’t hear the water sloshing. 
                  “Corinne?” To hear his voice over the phone was entirely different than talking to him in person. 
                  “Yeah.  Hey, can I call you back in a minute?”  I slipped a bit and the water made swishing sounds around me.
                  “Are you swimming?  You’re not supposed to get in there so soon.”  He sounded concerned and I silently begged him not to pursue the fact that I was in some kind of body of water.
                  “No, not swimming.  Let me call you back in a few.”
                  “Um, yeah, ok.” He sounded confused.
                  I hung up the phone and busted out laughing.  I let the water out and tried to take my time drying off and getting dressed.  I didn’t want him to think I was desperate to talk to him but at the same time I didn’t want to seem aloof and take a long time.
                  Way to overanalyze it until it doesn’t exist Corinne.
                  Finally settled I went to the call log and pressed send to dial his number back.  It rang twice and then he answered.
                  “Hey” He said, sounding—excited?
                  “Hi, sorry I took so long.”  I sat in what was now my favorite plush chair by the window.
                  “It’s ok.  I still think you were swimming.  I heard the water.” He chuckled. 
                  “There are other places with water Abel.” Please let us not have a conversation about me being in the bathtub.  I mean, really?
                  “Like what? A lake?  A river?”  He was really going to make me spell it out for him.
                  “Abel, I was in the bathtub—ok?  Jeez.”  I was full on laughing now.  Did he really think I went to a lake and answered my phone while swimming in said lake? 
                  “Oh” That’s all he said and then he got really, really quiet.
                  “You had to know I bathed.  Unless I stink?” I goaded him into saying something other than ‘oh’. 
                  “Yeah, you always smell like—well you always smell like pears.  Can we talk about something else other than you naked in a bathtub?”
                  I laughed even harder at that.  Boys.
                  “I tried to avoid the subject but you were so sure I was swimming.  What do you want to talk about, pick something.”
                  “OK, you know what you want to do after high school?” 
                  Easy peasy. “Yeah, I want to be a chef.  What about you?”
                  “A Chef?  That’s fitting.  I want to be a doctor.  A pediatrician.”
                  “Wow.” Abel in scrubs?  Yeah, imagine that.
                  We talked like that for hours until I heard him yawn.  It was downright contagious and before I knew it, I yawned too.
                  “Get some sleep Corinne.  I’ll see you in the