CHAPTER 50
“No, it was good. It just …” Elliot sighed as he paced the floor in his apartment. All twelve feet of it. “It ended kind of fast.”
On the other end of the line, he heard Tiff’s baby cough.
“Hold on a minute,” Tiff said. “Jake’s at work, and I’ve gotta turn on this suction machine.”
There was a loud whir, the coughing stopped, and his foster sister was back on the line.
“So it was good though? You think you guys are hitting it off pretty well?”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s terrible what’s happened to her friend. Honestly, I’m mostly worried about making sure she’s got a place to stay and food to eat.”
“You’re such a goody goody.”
Elliot wasn’t entirely sure if he should take her words as a compliment or an insult.
“Seriously,” she went on. “I mean, you’re like literally the nices
