Chapter 50: Evening News
Headlining stories always caught me off guard on the evening news. Just as Faye and Harold’s did.
Sanders Phillip, a dark-haired cutie in a pec-clenching dress shirt, read from a prompter, “Local successful dentist, Harold Reisner, tells the multimillionaire dollar philanthropist on an illuminated skyscraper in downtown Pittsburgh, ‘I Love You, Faye Vesda. Please take me back.’ Rumor has it that…’”
Time slipped by so easily while watching the story. The clock in my living room said that it was ten minutes after eleven, which was a little late to call Faye, but whatever. I reached for my cellphone on the coffee table in front of me, dialed her number, and listened to it ring three times.
Faye picked up on the fourth ring and immediately burst. “You’ve seen the s
