Beep. “Oh yeah? Like how much of a handful?” Chht.
“He’s a major Terror. With a capital T.”
Beep. “Sounds like some karmic justice.” Chht.
“Heh, I guess I’ll take that. Feel free to let Mike know that I got ketchup’d.”
Beep. “Ooh, should we start calling you Herr Heinz?” Chht.
“If that’ll begin my atonement? Sure.”
There was a pause on the other side. Beep. “Hey, Wes. I know you feel shitty about the whole thing, but you’re not required to beat yourself up over it forever.” Chht.
“What do you mean?”
Beep. “I mean, you were a dumb high schooler. You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last. Unless you’re still stuffing animal parts down shirts?” Chht.
“Yeah, no, my days of macabre body horror tactics are very much over.”
Beep. “Well okay then. I don’t see why you’re so ready fo
