Page 7 of The Right Wrong Number

Jilly:I think he’s in love with Caroline.

Killer:Who’s Caroline?

Jilly:She was Dicer’s girlfriend.

Killer:Oh. Like, they were still together at the time of the accident?

Jilly:Yep. They were so into each other. Constantly holding hands or snuggling. They were so cute. She’s beautiful and kind. I think she was the one, you know? Dicer was beyond in love with her. I’d never seen him like that before. They’d just moved in together. She was almost finished with her degree, but after Dicer’s accident, she moved back home. She said it was too hard to go to class and back to their apartment. She needed a reset.

Killer:Do she and Cap still talk?

Jilly:I’m not sure. The last time I saw her was right before she moved away. But the way they were at the funeral, the way he looks at her—I think there’s some feelings there. But Cap will make himself miserable for the next 100 years before he makes a move.

Killer:I can see where that would feel weird. Especially if her and Dicer were endgame before the accident.

Jilly:Dicer would want them to be happy, even if it was with each other. I can hear him now, laughing. Guys, I’m dead, just fucking kiss already.

Killer:And yet here you are, trying to pimp out all your sorority sisters.

Jilly:I’m simply trying to put him in a better mood for the time being, that’s all. Doing my part for the good of mankind and everyone who has to deal with him.

Killer:You’re an actual saint.

Jilly:Don’t I know it.

Killer:Saint Jillian, the patron saint of Moody Bastards.

Jilly:It has a nice ring to it.

Killer:Goodnight, Jilly.

Jilly:Goodnight, Killian.

Jilly + Killian

Jilly:I don’t know your favorite color.

Killer:And this is a problem?

Jilly:You know so much about my life, and I don’t even know your dumb favorites.

Killer:Seems rude to call the things I like dumb, but okay, I’ll bite. My favorite color is forest green. Or maybe even army green. I like shades of green. Like your eyes.

Jilly:That’s crazy because my favorite color is drowning-pit black.

Killer:It’s fate.

Jilly:My real favorite color is any shade of orange.

Killer:That’s not one you hear too often.

Jilly:I’m an original. What’s your favorite song? Let me guess…anything by Blink 182?

Killer:Because I’m old?

Jilly:Because you’re a BMX badass.

Killer:I like cool bands. I’m hip.

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