Page 55 of Love Resurrected
Okay, if I can’t reach Ethan, I’ll call a Lyft, no biggie.
Ethan’s phone goes straight to voicemail.
Fuck. He’s probably working.
Lyft, it is.
I open the app back up and order a car to my location. Instead of searching for a driver, a message pops up on my screen, alerting me that my credit card is no longer valid.
Fuck.
I forgot I canceled all my cards today.
I’ll call a cab.
Except, I don’t have a card to pay a cab either.
I think of all those times people say you should keep an emergency hundred-dollar bill in your wallet and laugh because I always figure there isn’t an emergency that could exist that a credit card can’t fix. Of course, you have tohavethe credit card to do so.
Fuck.
I could walk. But it’s probably seven miles if not longer.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I look at my phone for inspiration.
Then it hits me.
I could call Brad. Nice Brad would come and pick me up. Shit, I think even dickhead Brad would come and pick me up. He’d just complain the entire time. I pull up his contact, my finger hovering over the call button.
This is a bad idea.
This is my only idea.
Before I can think on it too much, I hit the call button.
18
Brad
I’m exhausted after beers with my new friend, Andy. It’s amazing how tiring talking about and hearing about emotions can be, and I didn’t even talk about Kat that much. But after listening to him, as much as I would love to have a part of her still with me, I’m glad we didn’t have kids. One, because it allows me to still be a selfish asshole, and two, because, well shit, refer back to one.
I’ve got my shoes kicked off, and the TV tuned to SportsCenter, when my phone rings. I’m tempted to ignore it, but then I remember my promise to Ethan, and check to make sure it’s not him calling.
It’s Tenley.
God, I hope everything is okay with Sadie.
“Tenley?”
“Hi, Brad. I’m so sorry to bother you so late but I kind of need a favor from you, and I can’t call Sadie because she’s on bed rest and Ethan isn’t answering his phone, and I’d call a Lyft, but well, that’s a long story—”
“Tenley, what do you need?” I interrupt her run-on sentence.
“A ride.”
“Where are you?”
