Chapter 16Tom Alan had decided, with a hundred percent certainty, that Milo would call later Sunday night. When they boot him from the hospital, he had figured, after visitors’ hours, what else will he have to do? Now all you gotta do is wait. Then he’d remembered what time zone he was in, and that Great Britain was five hours ahead. It had been night a while already there, long past visiting hours. It was early Monday morning. Ugh! He obviously still has something better to do. Like banging hospital cleaners and medical staff.
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Over the next four days, Tom Alan alternated between common sense, horniness, hopefulness, shame, and deep, dark depression. He reminded himself frequently that Kale Omlet had just undergone a serious operation. Surely Milo was busy, as Kat had said. He wa
