I head down to the basement and pick out a merlot to drink. As I make my way back to the house, I become aware that I have been whistling "Private Dancer" without giving it any conscious thought. Damn, even if it's only in the back of my mind, I can't help but think about her all the time.
When I come back up from the wine cellar, I can make out Mandy having a conversation with another person. As I enter the kitchen, she immediately turns around to see that I am standing behind her. When she gets angry, that's when I realize it must be him. It's his call once more.
I remove the phone from her grasp and press the button labeled "end." "Don't pick up the phone when he calls again. Because he makes you angry, I don't want to waste any of the remaining time we have by bringing him up in conv
