"Eleanor, how many times do I have to say it? Stop calling me! I'm not into you. And I didn't send that message."
"Miles, quit acting like it's that hard. Just admit it-you like me."
She was still going on when a man's voice came from her end, "Babe, who're you talking to?"
"Wrong number, someone trying to sell me a house. Annoying. Stop calling, I'm not interested!"
Click-the line went dead.
Miles was speechless.
And mad as hell. It was all his classmate's fault for messing around with his phone and sending that stupid message. By the time Miles noticed, it was too late to delete it.
Next morning, Old Mr. Ackerley woke up in surprisingly good shape, barely even coughed.
The doctor came by and said he could be discharged today. If the family still felt uneasy, sta
