"Uhm, Hailey?" Duncan called, but I didn't say anything. "Hailey, is that you?"
I wanted to ask him so many things. First about what I heard the lady say the other time I called him, and second, who the lady that picked his call is, and why she is with him in his house or wherever they might be.
But I chose to not do further with my questions because I felt there are more important things to talk about than scattering the discussion with what I was going to ask.
Somehow, I knew what his answers would be, and I was not ready to accept them yet. So, instead of asking him, I'll continue assuming.
"My grandma is dead." I dropped the bombshell.
"What the f**k did you just say?"
"Language, Duncan."
"Your grandma is dead? What the hell happened?! And how did you know? Are y
