Chapter Seven
It’s not until I’m a few blocks away that I recall the problem with the whole “I’ll text you” bit. My phone is still swimming, and with something far grosser than the fishes.
Somehow, I get my brain into gear enough to recall where I’ve seen a cellphone store nearby. I head toward it at full speed, and midway through my dash, I realize how late it is. They might be closed.
Nope. This is the city that never sleeps. Apparently, it also always shops for phones because the store is open.
I purchase the cheapest smartphone they have, which still has a thousand times more computing power than my drowned device. The transfer of my number happens in a flash, and by the time I walk out of the store, I’m getting texts from my sisters asking about Operation BS.
Not ready to discuss
