About the Book :
Teddy Phillips never thought she’d still be spending every day surrounded by toys at almost thirty years old. But working at a vintage toy store is pretty much all she has going on in her life after being unceremoniously dumped by her longtime boyfriend. The one joy that she’s kept is her not-so-guilty pleasure: Everett’s Place, a local children’s show hosted by Everett St. James, a man whom Teddy finds very soothing . . . and, okay, cute.
Teddy finds the courage to write to him, feeling slightly like one of the children who write to him on his show. He always gives sound advice and seems like he has everything figured out–and he pretty much does: Everett has a great support system, wonderful friends, and his dream job. But there’s still that persistent feeling in the back of his mind that something’s missing.
When a woman named Theodora starts writing to Everett, he is drawn to her honesty and vulnerability. They continue writing to each other, all the while living their lives without meeting. When their worlds collide, however, they must both let go of their fears and figure out what they truly want–and if the future they want includes each other.
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Teddy sat down on a pink velvet sofa and started crying harder. “Richard broke up with me.”
Eleanor and Kirsten were silent, and Teddy looked back and forth between them. “Did you hear me?” she asked. “The love of my life asked me to move out!”
“Richard?” Eleanor asked at the same time Kirsten asked, “The love of your life?”
Eleanor wrapped her arms around Teddy. “Tell us about it.”
And so Teddy told them the entire, humiliating story, and they winced and gasped at all the right parts.
“And now you can never listen to “My Heart Will Go On” again,” Kirsten said sadly as Teddy finished.
Teddy nodded. “I thought that was one of the worst parts, too.”
Teddy looked around, pulling the blanket tighter as if she had come in from a blizzard instead of a slightly chilly fall evening. Eleanor and Kirsten’s place had a hominess and lived-in quality that her place—well, Richard’s place—didn’t, no matter how hard she’d tried to create one. She’d never felt entirely comfortable there, but she already felt that way in Kirsten and Eleanor’s apartment. It looked like the home of an artist and a kindergarten teacher, because that’s exactly what it was. Each room was painted a different bold color—the living room shone with Goodnight Moon green, while the kitchen was clear-sky blue. Kirsten’s art decorated the walls, and scribbled crayon drawings from children covered the fridge.
“Thanks for letting me come over,” Teddy said, her voice hoarse from all the crying.
Eleanor gave Kirsten and almost imperceptible nod, and Kirsten said, “Okay, it’s time.”
“Time for what?” Teddy asked as Kirsten grabbed her hand and led her and Eleanor into the kitchen.
Kirsten opened the door to the freezer and Teddy gasped as she realized what she was seeing. “Is this freezer entirely full of ice cream?” she asked.
“Yes,” Eleanor said.
“How have you never told me about this?” Teddy asked in wonder.
“You’ve never needed it before,” Eleanor explained.
“We’ve got local favorites,” Kirsten said, pointing to Jeni’s and Graeter’s. “Your socially conscious classics.” She gestured to Ben and Jerry’s. “Dairy-free options, and gelato, and rainbow sherbet because Eleanor likes it for some reason.”
“Guilty as charged,” Eleanor said.
“So, there you go, babe,” Kirsten said. “Pick your poison.”
Teddy had only just stopped crying, but receiving this kindness in the form of ice cream made her start crying again. “Brambleberry Crisp,” Teddy said.
“Flawless choice.” Eleanor grabbed the pint from the freezer and handed it to Teddy with a spoon.
The three of them returned to the living room and once again sat down on the velvet couch. Kirsten and Eleanor had lived here for years, but Teddy had only been in the apartment a few times. Typically when they met up it was for a quick brunch or coffee. Although they always invited her to their elaborate themed movie nights, she declined because she didn’t want to miss out on being with Richard in the evenings. How would he feel if she wasn’t around to take care of him?
Well, pretty good, apparently. She started to cry harder.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person cry for so long,” Kirsten said in wonder.
“Teddy,” said Eleanor, putting a comforting hand on her back. “Where are you staying?”
Teddy shrugged the best she could while shoveling ice cream in her mouth. “Dunno,” she said with a full mouth. “I guess I could ask my mom or Sophia. Or Josie.”
“Stay here,” Eleanor and Kirsten said in unison.
“I can’t do that,” Teddy said. “I’m already imposing on you guys.”
Kirsten gave her a genuine laugh. “Friends can’t impose. Especially not after a breakup.”
Teddy sighed into her ice cream. “I can sleep on the couch, right?”
Eleanor wrinkled her nose. “Well, maybe not. For one thing, the velvet’s not exactly comfortable…”
“And for another thing, we definitely found it on the curb last week,” Kirsten added. “But you’re in luck—we have a guest room!”
Eleanor tilted her head. “Well, technically it’s a large closet.”
“And even more technically, it used to be my studio. But I got a space somewhere else, so we stuck a bed in there for when Eleanor’s sister is in town.”
“But,” Eleanor said, “Maureen is currently Eat Pray Love-ing it all over Europe, so don’t worry. The room’s yours.”
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