“Oh. So, listen to this,” I said, as I tore off a piece of crust. I like to eat that part first.
“What?” asked Thalia.
It was Saturday night and she and Sean were over for one of our catch-ups. Usually I will (attempt to) cook on these nights but since I was still reeling from the previous week’s breakdown, we decided to just order in pizza.
“I was right.”
“Right about what?” asked Sean. He wasn’t looking at me and was engrossed in rolling his pizza slice into a manageable proportion.
“Right about Jonathan. He didn’t get back together with his ex-girlfriend after all.”
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I must have stared at that damn text for three minutes.
At first I thought it must have been from someone else and I’d clicked on it, mistakenly thinking it was from him.
But after blinking at it and staring at it until the message started to blur, it sunk in that yes, it really was from Jonathan. Saying he was getting back together with his ex-girlfriend.
Continue reading Hurricane Crazy.
“You’ve run out of chances, Tracey. This is it.”
“I know,” I said in a small voice.
“The next time you do this, the next time you say you’re out, I’m going to take you at your word.”
“I know,” I said quickly. “And I promise, promise it won’t happen again.”
Continue reading Repeat Performance.
“So, have you been sssssssexting?”
“What?” I was engrossed in RJ’s credit card statement, trying to reconcile his expenses.
“Sssssssexting,” Archie said again. He leaned over my office cube wall. “You and Jonathan. Have you been sssssssexting?”
I looked up at him. “Why are you saying it like that?”
“Because it makes it sound ssssssssexy.”
I squinted at him. “Are you drunk right now?”
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Her voice lowered to just above a whisper. “Has he…has he killed anybody?”
“Oh my god, Tracey! Nooooooo!” she cried. “What are you doing?!” Continue reading There But For the Grace of God, Go I.