I was afraid I was losing my mind. Was it possible that Malcolm had died of natural causes, that Joey was the victim of a tragic accident, and that I-C-U was a figment of my imagination? If not, then there were evil forces at work. How had my life turned into a Marvel comic book? And when was the superhero going to make an appearance? Now would be a good time.
I thought about Joey"s message. What did it mean? Was he delirious? Was it even for me? I couldn"t figure it out, so I stopped trying. I"d never imagined that I would find work relaxing, but spending the morning on other people"s problems was just what I needed. At 11:30, I tried to reach Kip, but got his voicemail. I left a message telling him what I"d learned from Duke and asking him to call. I was really worried about him. In twe
