He swallowed and pushed through to Sheila's number.
Her hoity-toity voice answered. “Hi Honey,” she said.
He closed his eyes and reopened them. “Hi Sheila.”
“You remembered my number. I’m surprised,” she hissed.
It was no time to get into a fight. He wanted a clean cut. His heart pounded as he eyed the sidewalk. “Sheila…” he hesitated. “Can I talk to you about something?”
“What is it?” Her voice pressured.
“This isn’t working.”
A loud gasp vibrated the line.
Here we go.
“What do you mean it’s not working? It was working when you f****d me last weekend. Why are you running off to some godforsaken foreign country when it’s time for a real conversation?”
“Sheila. I’m not going to engage in this type of discussion. I’m going to take the higher road here and just say that I had a grea
