“What?”
“You f*****g heard me. It’s me or the drugs. This is my ultimatum.”
“You’re being unreasonable.”
“Good-bye Kent.” She marched up the stairs.
As she disappeared from sight, his phone rang. He picked it up without looking at the screen and said, “What?”
“Whoa. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “No man. Sorry. What do you need, Patrick?”
“Is there milk in the fridge?”
“Yeah. About half a gallon.” There was an itching building inside. He curled and uncurled his toes.
“Okay. I’m on my way home. Everything okay over there?”
“Just the first big fight. Had to happen, right?” Why does Patrick sound so distant? Must be a trick of the phone.
“s**t, sorry man. Give her a bit of time to cool off and then apologize, see if it’s something
