Chapter 71

Almost immediately, the phone rings again. Ned thumbs the cord out of the cradle, cutting it off in mid-ring. “Fuck you,” he says to an empty kitchen.

His voice seems to hang in the air and he wishes he hadn’t said anything out loud so he makes a lot of noise to chase the words away—taking off his coat, getting out a spoon for the ice cream, slamming drawers and rattling the plastic bag from the store. He imagines he can feel the phone waiting with breathless anticipation for the next ring that will never come. If he plugs the cord back in, he’s sure Jake will be there on the other end of the line. It takes all the strength he has to resist the temptation of lifting the receiver to find out.