CHAPTER 20

Robbie and I was not fighting per se. But I ended up hanging up his call more frequently. He was annoying me.

Ding.

Please babe.

No.

He was calling again. I accepted the call with a huff.

“Please, I would take you back to school.”

“Robbie, I can’t. You know why.” I was whining. I knew.

Then he started explaining again how it was a good idea to skip one day of my class and visit him fifty miles away. He was coming there for a conference in few days. It was not an outrageous request. But people would see us. His colleagues, business associates, other department heads, all of them knew my mother and many of them had already done business with my family.

It had disaster written all over it.