Page 33 of Plight
Font Size:
“Nothing. Why?”
“It seems like you don’t want me to see it? Are you a slob?”
“NO! There’s absolutely nothing wrong with my apartment. It’s tidier than yours.”
“So I’m a slob?”
“No. I didn’t say that.”
“Just text me your address. I’ll meet you there at 5:30 p.m.”
She hung up. And all I could do was shake my head.
