“Oh. Hi.” I scrub a hand over my face and squint into the bright morning sun pouring through the bedroom windows.
“Geez, don’t get too excited to hear from me, you’ll give me a big head,” she says drily.
“Sorry. I just woke up. What time is it?”
“Seven thirty.”
“Why are you calling me at the c***k of dawn on a Sunday morning, Suzanne?” I yawn, flipping off the covers to shuffle toward the bathroom.
“I wanted to see if you’d like to go to church with me.”
“No.”
She laughs. “You want to think about that for half a millisecond?”
“God and I have our differences.” It’s impossible to stay friends with someone after he kills the love of your life. “My mother once said if the shadow of the cross fell on me, I’d turn to ashes. I don’t think she was joking.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? Ch
