Page 85 of The Foul Out

I frowned at my phone, swallowing back my unease. I needed some time to talk to JJ first. Then I’d work up to talking to Harper too. I knew what I was doing. At least I thought I did.

Crabby: You could just ask me this like a normal person…

Me: GIF of Jimmy Fallon saying he is shocked

Me: Are you saying you don’t love my daily messages?

Crabby: I just figured you would stop now that you’re home.

Me: Do they make you smile or laugh?

Crabby: Well yeah.

Me: Then I will do them every day until the end of time.

Angel Boy: So what’s the deal with Harper?

Me: Mine.

Me: She’s mine.

Angel Boy: Okay caveman. I’m married. Not looking. Chill the fuck out.

Me: Why ask that way?

Angel Boy: I know something, and I feel like if I were you, I’d want to know. So I think I should tell you.

Me: …

Me: You said that ten fucking minutes ago.

Me: WTF? It’s been an hour?

Angel Boy: Sorry got distracted.

Angel Boy: Zara is ranting about something Harper did.

Me: Angel Boy I swear my patience is about to run out.

Angel Boy: I’m trying to tell you. Chill out.

Me: What did Harper do?

Angel Boy: Would you give me ten fucking seconds to type a reply?

Angel Boy: Harper sold a family heirloom to pay for Piper’s therapies. Zara thinks we need to track it down.

Me: Answer my call.

Angel Boy: Give me five minutes to get away from the wife. She’s got a short fuse lately and she’ll freak out if she knows I told you. Plus she’s pissed about the game tomorrow. She and I were supposed to have a date night and I forgot.

Me: Dude skip the game. Go out with your girl.

Angel Boy: Who are you? For months you’ve given us all shit for skipping boys’ night.

Me: I’m reformed. I get it now.

Angel Boy: But I’m coming to the game. Zara said forget it. So if I force the issue it will make us both miserable.

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