He heard it after the second ring.
“Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“Can’t talk for long.”
“Just calling to say hi.”
“You said that.”
“We’re not very good with phone calls, are we?”
“Better in person?”
“Way better. In bed together, waking up together.”
“We’re still waking up together, you’re just not here.”
“Is this the conversation you wanted to have?”
“Nah. Just, it’s gonna be a busy few days. Might not be around.”
“Got a new case?”
Good question. Did he? And if so, was it pro bono? Doing it for himself? Why?
“It’s complicated,” he said.
“Like us.” There was a wistful tone to his voice. “Sorry, I’m just tired.”
“I’ll let you go.”
“I love you,” said Francis X. Frisano.
“Okay, now I’m glad I called,” Jimmy replied, smiling, squirming a bit from underneath the blankets in his bedroom. T
