Chapter 20: Hooked
Dugan followed me to the front stoop and under its small overhang, which barely protected our close bodies from the pouring rain.
Face to face with the man, looking him in the eyes, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“But this is my house. I live here.” I sounded frazzled and ridiculous, but didn’t care that he wanted to see me. He had crossed far too many lines that day, unable to respect my privacy, particularly involving my cellphone and residence.
Because of the loud, pouring rain, he raised his voice with me, “I couldn’t show up at the college. You would have thought I was insane.”
“Insane is you calling me all afternoon. Nine times in all, and two while I was driving here.”
He gave me a puzzled look that offered raised eyebrows and wi
