Chapter 10
MILES: Owen. Can we schedule a call? I need to talk.
OWEN: Like a business call?
MILES: No. A personal call.
OWEN: You want to set a conference call so we can talk about something of a personal nature?
MILES: I don’t want to deal with phone tag. How’s 8:45 pm for you? Tonight.
OWEN: 8:45 is going to be very weird for me if you call me to discuss a personal matter.
OWEN: What is going on with you?
MILES: Obviously it’s complicated and of a personal nature, so I don’t want to discuss it in a text. Why is this so hard to understand?
OWEN: It’s just that we only discuss things of a personal nature in texts. Because you’re my brother. And you’re using your personal phone.
MILES: It’s about a woman. Okay? Someone I should not be interested in. It’s a problem.
DYLAN: Why the fuck wouldn’t you talk to me about this? I’m the one who’s engaged to his former therapist.
MILES: Fuck. Why do we still have so many group texts?!
MAMA brODIE: I am not saying you’ve hurt my feelings, Miles. But I wish you trusted me enough to call me about this.
POPS brODIE: I’m not one to dole out unsolicited advice, son, but perhaps you should have just gone ahead and called Owen instead of texting him about this.
DYLAN: My hot fiancée was right, wasn’t she? You have feelings for someone who’s unavailable.
Miles has left the conversation.
OWEN: That guy needs to get laid.
Pops liked “That guy needs to get laid.”
Dylan liked “That guy needs to get laid.”
Mama liked “That guy needs to get laid.”