Sam started and erased the message to Eleanor half a dozen times. Why was this so hard?

Because he was treating Eleanor like a way to get what he wanted instead of like a person, like a friend.

It wasn’t as if he knew her all that well. Sure, she'd said she might enjoy hanging out with him sometime, but that didn’t mean she would want to help him and his family with their problems.

“You’re overthinking it,” Uncle Y said as he looked over Sam’s shoulder. “Just tell her that you want to meet up.”

“No, Y. He has to tell her why, or it’ll be too hard to bring up once they get together,” Mom said.

Sam turned his messaging system off. “I’ll write it, but I can’t do it with all of you telling m...

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