American Fantasy

Chapter 50

“Okay!” Sarah said, clapping her hands. “Okay! Time to wrap this up! Don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!

” It was true for her too. She needed a day off, she needed to consider her options for the future, she needed an ocean of iced coffee, she needed to sleep in a bed that wasn’t rocking back and forth, she needed to get her own cat, maybe.

Sarah hadn’t written back to Lexie yet, but she had imagined the makeup sex, the groveling, the tearful apologies.

Tyler was lying down in a lounge chair, a sweatshirt thrown over his eyes.

Sarah clicked on her walkie-talkie. “Tyler, you’re fired.

” She waited for him to slowly rouse himself, aware that something was amiss but too stupid to know what.