Chapter Eighty
Alan
Me: I just wanted to let you know I have to head to Lancastle for a few days. But I’ll be back on Thursday.
Jessica: Who is this?
Me: Ha ha.
Jessica: How did you get my number?
Me: Well, given what you’ve learned about me recently, I think you can figure it out.
Jessica: Isn’t that illegal?
Me: Patriot Act.
Jessica: When do you leave?
Me: Tomorrow morning. Why? Do you want to have dinner?
I mean, it didn’t hurt to ask.
You could have knocked me over with a feather when she replied.
Jessica: Okay.
Me: Okay?
Now I was suspicious.
Jessica: I have to give you something.
Fuck.
I had a feeling I knew what it was.
Me: I can bring Chinese over.
Jessica: We’ll come to you.
Me: We? You’re bringing Ruthie?
Jessica: Is that okay?
Me: Yeah, more than okay. What time? Should I get you Orange Chicken?
Jessica: You remembered.
Me: I remember everything about you, Jess.
If she was about to serve me with divorce papers, I wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
Jessica: How about 6?
Me: See you then, babe.
Yeah, I called her babe.
No, I didn’t care that I wasn’t supposed to.