A little later, I called him and he blurted "I CAN'T TALK. I'M DRIVING. I'M TRYING TO FIND HEATHER ARMSTRONG." I hung up the phone and got really excited, mainly because I LOVE her and would die if I got to be in the same room with her. So witty and brilliant, that lady.
He called me a while later and I eagerly answered, thinking.... well.. thinking so many things. For instance.. Did he just tell her he "drove all the way from Alabama to Chicago and can you please say hello to my wife who is in love with you?" Instead I heard a defeated "Hey, Honey." Which meant bad things that would later come back to haunt me. He said yes, they did find the bookstore. Yes, she is still here signing books. They are all sold out of books. THEY ARE ALL SOLD OUT OF BOOKS. THEY ARE ALL SOLD OUT OF BOOKS. For REALz. I heard all this chatter and I felt all the mixed emotions of defeat and utter excitement.
Me: "Well.. Can... you just tell her I said Hello and you drove all that way and I love her?"
Jacob : "no."
Me: " How does she look? Is she all tired and bloated and pregnant-looking??"
Jacob: "uh.. she's putting on a good face."
Me: "Can you just hold up your iPhone and take a PICTURE of her???"
Jacob: "No."
Me: "Well!! Can you just .."
Jacob: "NO, LAURA. There is a room full of people. There is a long, long line to see her. It's going to take her another hour just to sign all those people's books."
I felt so close.. yet so far away. I actually did that little girl squeal when he called me from the hotel. It went something like this "eeeeeeeeeeI'msoexcitedyourinthesamecityasheeeerrrrr!!!".
It's the effort. That is why I love that man.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......I'm so sad.
But Jacob's one heck of a good sport. I love him even more for trying.
That's a damn good man, that Jacob.
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