“I know you’re screening my calls, but I’m trying here. I’m sorry I’m so busy working and studying, but just tell me you’re showing up to Hocus Pocus and V for Vendetta night. I’m buying the pizza you like, and that marshmallow-popcorn concoction that Max would murder for. Please just call me, text me, tell me in any way, shape or form that you’re gonna show up?” I let the question hang, rolling my eyes at myself.
I don’t even know if Vick’s gonna answer her voice mail, if she even checks it, or if she’s on another gaming binge and has stopped all communication with the outside world. As usual, I’m out of the loop.
How am I supposed to fix a problem if I don’t even get the chance to try and fix it?
I jump when there’s a knock at my office door, and I whirl to look at the analog clock h
