I answer without looking. “Hello.”
A male’s voice speaks. “Are you having a good time at your brother’s?”
Geez! I thought I’d blocked him. Then I remember. Tad has several burner phones. “What do you want?”
“Why are you avoiding me?”
I remember how much I hate his snarky tone. “Tad, I’m not avoiding you. We broke up, remember?” My voice is flat and hard.
“Look, I screwed up. Your b***h of a friend kept coming on to me. I didn’t want that skank. She wouldn’t let up!”
“Are you telling me that you screwed my friend to get rid of her?” I laugh. “That’s rich!”
“Look! I’m trying to say I’m sorry. I dumped that w***e, and I want you back. I miss us.”
“Well, I don’t miss your fist giving me black eyes. And I don’t miss the broken jaw and ribs either.”
“Look! I’m gonna change. Listen, I go
