Chapter 15

Between classes, exasperated because of the many calls, I learned that Dugan had left three voice messages for me. None of which were decipherable. It sounded as if it paper had been crumpled into a ball during one of the messages. The second message sounded like a rift. And the third one resembled dead air. To no avail, I deleted all the messages, chalked it up as Dugan not knowing what he had done, just as some people butt dialed their friends by accident, and ignored the situation.

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True as the angels in heaven, Dugan wasn’t about to give up his game, whatever his annoying amusement detailed. On my drive home, I received yet another call from him. This time I decided to take it, ready to blast him with some choice words about phone etiquette. But just as I said, “Hello,” into my cellphone, the line went dead, leaving me listening to silence.