7
I drove back to my apartment with my thoughts so filled with that kiss that I nearly had a jaywalker plastered against my windshield, which would have been bad because I didn’t have any wiper fluid in my car. I shuffled into my home, greeted the cockroaches, and unpacked my books. That’s when I found my phone, and realized I’d left it in the car the entire time I was at Benson’s house.
I flipped it open and found five voice-mails in my inbox, all from my mother. I listened to them, each one more frantic than the next until she was threatening to murder me herself unless I called back. With those warnings I hesitantly called back. It barely got through the first ring before Mom picked it up. “Where the hell have you been!” she screeched in my ear.
I winced. “Working,” I blandly
