Four Weekends and a Funeral

by Ellie Palmer

Though a discomfort with social media would be in stark contrast to Sam—who once referred to making dinner together as a “collab”—I

“And he has them because I left them here.” I considered texting after our breakup to arrange a drop-off, but that seemed like Thin Mint–junkie behavior,

“No. I’m a carpenter.” “Like Jesus?”

Are you responsible for teaching a workaholic woman the true meaning of Christmas or is that a different grumpy carpenter? Do you guys work in shifts?”

“Because Judy thinks he was serious about you!” A wave of regret instantly washes over his face.

I’m fake-dating a dead man, Tanaka. The bar for tantalizing tidbits is set pretty high.

“I thought you might be excited about one fewer desk in your office.”