Not long after the end of my conversation with
Jamie, my phone vibrated twice in rapid succession, indicating a Facebook
Messenger message. I opened it to find a
message from Chelsea that said, “I’m
coming to see you.”
“Huh?” I wrote back.
Eloquent, no?
“Next weekend,” she replied immediately.
No.
No no no nonononono. I couldn’t
deal with Chelsea next weekend. ...