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King
Effie was wide-eyed without a whit of makeup when he picked her up in the parking lot.
For a moment, as he pulled up in the Jeep, he felt like they were teenagers again. He’d driven a Jeep in high school and Effie still looked the same as she climbed into the bucket seat with those long legs wrapped in tight denim.
“I feel so old school,” she said as she held up the flip phone. “It’s all they had that I could get working right away.”
“Fancy,” he said.
“It’s kind of nice,” she said as she examined the phone. “No apps, no internet, just calls and texts. I had to change my number,” she said quietly. “I… I don’t know if my mom has tried to call me.”
“Does she call a lot?” he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“No,” she said quietly. “I was just saying. I don’t know anyo
