Page 62 of Things I Overshared

Skye: I’m intrigued. Commence SamStorm

Sally: I’m still not over how big that bruise is. I want to see the X-rays!

Well, I got whacked, then I was freezing.

Realized I was in the water and couldn’t catch my breath

Then Emerson jumped in after me.

My phone is silent for a beat, and I can imagine every single one of my sisters, holding their phones, each reacting in their own way, rereading the text a couple times. Messages incoming in three, two, one—

Skye: Emerson CLARK????

Sally: You’re joking

Susan: He jumped . . . in the ocean????

Sadie: Even *I* can’t imagine this. Tell us more!

Me: Yes, Susan, the ocean LOL.

He jumped in and swam to me

He was afraid I’d hit my head and might be knocked out

I was struggling to breathe since my lungs were hit so hard

He held me up and then grabbed on to the life preserver

And they pulled us in

Skye: Again, are you sure this was Emerson CLARK, our CFO?

Susan: See, I told you he’s a good guy!

Sadie: Okay, definitely book-worthy. Was it as romantic as it sounds?

Sally: Romantic? With that robot? [Thumbs down emoji]

Skye: This is Sam we’re talking about, of course she thought it was romantic

It might’ve been if I could, you know, BREATHE

Lot of talk about Emerson and romance

Not enough

“OMG Sam you could’ve died!”

“What would we do without you!”

“Our favorite sister!”

Skye: Are you naming your future children yet?

Susan: NO she is not. She’s off men, remember!

Sally: Does he even qualify as a man [Snowman emoji]