5
Jordan
“Hey, Jordan. Have you seen my cell phone? I don’t know how I always lose the goddamn thing,” Julian said as he entered my room of the hotel suite we’d gotten for the week we were in Lubbock.
“I haven’t seen it.”
I really didn’t understand how he lost everything. As if he just couldn’t fathom the responsibility. This was his third phone this year. If he lost this one, I was going to get him something that would attach to his skin.
Julian came to a stop and furrowed his brow. “What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
“Obviously,” Julian muttered. “But why are you getting dressed up? Aren’t we just going over to Jensen’s?”
“You and Mom are. I have other plans.”
“What other plans? Since when?”
I finished buttoning up my white shirt and started in on rolling up the sleeves. I
