“What’s up?”
“Devon?”
“Yeah? Do you sound surprised because I picked up?”
Devon asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Jake exclaimed, “Is this some f*****g joke of yours?”
“I don’t do jokes, you know that. “
“ Oh, yeah? Well, I’ve been trying to reach you for the past few days. What’s up, man?”
“Nothing much.”
Devon lit a cigarette and leaned back in his armchair, staring at the mess on his table. He closed his eyes briefly and rested his head against the headrest.
“Not much?”
Jake exclaimed, “Don’t give me that s**t. No one knows where the f**k you are. “
“And apparently, I want things to remain that way. “
“Fine, “ Jake said, “But Anne called me. “
Devon’s eyes snapped open. He took a long inhale from his cigarette.
“Okay. “
He said as he exhaled.
“What do you mean okay?” Jake
