You Have the Right to Remain Silent
The phone rang as I made the turn onto my street. At first, I was hesitant to answer; I didn’t want any bad news, and if it was good news, I’d rather save it for tomorrow and start the day off right. God knows, enough days didn’t.
I glanced at the caller ID, and noticed Marissa’s name, so I picked up. “Hello?”
“Gino. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t answer.”
“If I’d have known it was you, I would have answered on the first ring.”
She laughed. “I don’t know whether to say you’re sweet or full of shit.”
“I prefer sweet. What’s up?”
“I called to see if you wanted to eat dinner together.”
“Sure. Where?”
“I was thinking your house since I don’t have any food.”
“God, what a user,” I said, and laughed. “No, that will be fantastic. Bring wine, tho
