Caroline and I were finishing prepping for the party they had
planned for my birthday—lucky 22, Caroline insisted—w hen her cell phone
started singing a rock hit.
“I’ll get it,” I said, twisting my hair behind my head so it
would be ready for a clip. “Hello?”
“Turn on the news,” Ian said, exhilarated. “Caroline needs to
see it, too.”
Keeping the phone to
my ear with the help of my shoulder, I picked up the remote as I asked, “Which
one?”
“They’re all playing the same thing.”
“Who is it?” Caroline asked, donning a lacy black choker to
go with her simple v-neck dress.
“Ian,” I said, finding a news station and seeing the red
letter C hovering over the newscaster’s shoulder in a window.
“Holy crap,” Caroline gasped, standing beside me.
“It seemed last night’s broadcast from the infamous C was not
just a prank,” the woman was saying as another window popped up with a frozen
image of Caroline’s lips—the only thing anyone outside of our company ever saw.
“While most viewers expected nothing to come of it, this afternoon’s mail
revealed very much the opposite. Each household in the nation, according to our
reports, received one of these crimson letters in her namesake.”
“We did it,” Ian said, startling me. I had forgotten I was
still clamping the phone to my ear with my shoulder—which was easy enough to do
as I had released my hair and dropped the remote when I had found the station. “The
techs, your idea, my technique, her project…it’s really starting.”
The newscaster kept talking about the shock of receiving it,
taking time to read through some of the online comments from the day as her image was
replaced with photos they had taken of households displaying the sign in their
area.
I was speechless. There was nothing to say. Ian had already
said it best. We did it. We had officially taken the step from talk to walk and
people were responding positively. People really were with us. More than we had
thought, even.
“Give me the phone,” Caroline demanded. Her fingers wrapped
around it as soon as it was within reach. “We’re brilliant!” She wrapped her
free arm around my shoulders. “It’s finally here.”
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