Page 73 of Full Tilt
Me
That only just got announced on the Storm’s website … you really are my real-life stalker.
Asswipe
It passes the time.
Me
Did you text me for a reason or just to annoy me again?
Asswipe
Actually, I wanted to say congrats on getting the captaincy. I guess this means you’ll be sticking around Brooklyn then…
Setting the containers into my freezer, I find myself overthinking Tommy’s last text. Why does he care where I am? And when did I ever give the impression that I’d be moving away from Brooklyn? I decide to ignore his comment and change the subject.
Me
Where are you right now?
Asswipe
On a flight home. We land in an hour. Where are you?
Me
In my kitchen.
Asswipe
Eating more out-of-date takeout?
Me
No. I just made pasta dishes for this week’s pregame meals.
Asswipe
Show me the evidence, or I won’t believe you.
Stepping across to the freezer, I pull the door open and snap a photo of the containers.
Me
*picture attached*
Asswipe
Such a good girl.
It feels like every hair on my body stands on end.
Me
Don’t patronize me. Believe it or not, at twenty-seven, I have made my own food before you forced your way into my life.
Asswipe
