“I’ll repeat,” said Reed, “what do you want?”
“Maybe if you had checked your phone messages and called me back, you wouldn’t have to ask. Are you avoiding me? I left you hundreds and hundreds of messages today and—”
“Don’t exaggerate. Besides, my phone habits, who I do and do not call, are none of your business.” Reed turned his head toward me and rolled his eyes. “Remind me to change my phone number tomorrow.”
“I heard that! I heard that! Then you are avoiding my calls.”
“How did you get into this building, Niki?”
“Remember those happy days a few months ago when we were dating? When you were f*****g me? Or have you forgotten that you used to like girls? Well, thank goodness your neighbor downstairs, that sweet old Mrs. Dearborn, did remember me, and she thought I was still your girlf
