Page 10 of The Lies Always Told

It’s been a month

Unknown:

Have you been counting?

Me:

Now Gus, I don’t like lies. We both know you were counting too.

The worst thing for me about texting is I can’t read tone. I can’t look at microexpressions. I can’t sense the meaning behind what people are saying, and that puts me on edge. I change his name on my phone to G, since I don’t have almost anyone’s full names on my phone, until I figure out what I want to call him. Not that I think I wouldbe calling him anything else. It took him a whole month to put my phone number to use, and when he does, it’s to congratulate me on my graduation? Not how I was hoping he’d use it.

Me:

Don’t be shy now.

G:

I haven’t.

Me:

Liar.

G:

46,080.

Me:

What’s that?

G:

The number of minutes since the last time I saw you.

What the hell?

Me:

Liar.

G:

768.

Me:

What? Hours?

G:

Yeah.

G:

25.

It can’t be days, because 768 hours is thirty-two days. Ihave no clue what the twenty-five might mean, but damn it, I’m going to ask, because I want to find out.

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