I tried to call Kates, but there was no answer. Then I thought about calling Blue, but before I could, my own phone rang. I slapped it against my ear and heard, “It is about time you called me!”
Blue sounded like she was at her wits’ end.
“Girl, you need to tell me that I’m off-racket. Tell me that my senses are going sky-rocket into nomad’s land. Tell me… tell me that I’m high and I’ve got a debt to the peyote drug lord. Please.”
Blue knew better.
I sighed softly and murmured, “You should’ve blocked me.”
“Oh… hell…” Blue groaned. “How am I supposed to block you? You’re my… you’re mine.”
She was my sponsor. It was a bond that we weren’t supposed to impede, but… situations could run amok and who knew where both of us would be. A person always hears how the ‘team’ is there for them, ho
