It's turky without an e. Like murky.
He's lying on his back. All teeth and whites of his eyes in the dark. Grinning like a fool. It's five a.m. and we can't sleep. Or rather, Loch couldn't so he woke me up too and now that I'm flushed and breathless he's talkative and silly.
I'm the one with the spelling skills.
Not for this, I reckon. All these years, Bridge, and we've let it go, living with that extra e. It's time to finally set the record straight.
I wonder what other words we've done this to.
What, added an extra e? Hundreds of thousands of words. Like cooki, hairdryr, and Bn.
Bn? So it's...bun?
No, it's still pronounced Ben but there's no e in his name.
What about me? Is it actually Bridgt?
That's a single syllable. Too abrupt and harsh. Not at all like you. He laughs and turns his head to the side to look at me. You should have an extra e to draw it out sweetly.
Bridgeet? I sound like a bird.
Sometimes, ye-
PEEP.
Okay, this isn't going where I thought it would AT ALL.
