FOE OR FRIEND
I enter the apartment, prepared for another one of Jeff’s Come to Jesus' speeches. I soon realize that he’s gone and I’m alone. I kick off my boots and head for the couch. My feet are killing me.
Getting lost in watching some mindless movie sounds like heaven to me. I wonder if I can get Ghostbusters? An oldie but a goodie. Maybe I’ll snack on some junk food too. I find the remote in a pouch on the side of the armrest. Just when I pick it up, my cell lights up with a silly tune. The stupid one with the dogs barking. Just as I expected, Susan, the backstabber calling. The one I’d caught in bed with Tad.
I grab my phone out of my purse and glower at it as her number hits my phone. I inhale a deep breath and slide the button.
“Hello!” I don’t bother hiding my aggravation.
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