Marnie’s email arrived two weeks later.
Larry had given up on it, to be honest, and hadn’t bothered calling her back because he figured she wouldn’t take his call a second time. His name was probably written on a sticky note near the receptionist’s phone, with a message that read, Do not forward his calls! So if he was stupid enough to call again, he’d be put on perpetual hold, or his name and number would be politely taken but he’d never receive a return call, or something along those lines. The more belligerent he became, the worse it would be for him. Best to leave it alone and leave it where it lay. Perhaps Geoff belonged in his past, end of story.
When the email finally showed up in his inbox, his first thought was that it was spam. The subject line didn’t read, “Here are your backs
