I’m halfway across the country in some no name town in Vermont and you’re God knows where. I know because I’ve tried your cell five times. The sixth time I call Josie instead. She tells me she has the kids and so far as she knows you’re at home ‘working.’
“Working on what?”
“Oh, so you haven’t heard?” she asks and I brace myself. “Kate is writing a novel.”
I almost laugh. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” she says and it’s amazing. She believes your lies. “I’m hoping she’ll let me read it… but she says I have to wait till the second draft. It’s so hard waiting, isn’t it?”
It sure as s**t is, I want to say. But I don’t.
A novel. That’s cute, you know. Very, very cute.
Now, where in the f**k are you, really?
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I try your cell again. I have time on my hands, lots of time to kill, given that t
