“What are you doing?”
“I liked what you just said. I’m going to use it in a story.”
He paced. “Why don’t you write about me and London then?” His face fell flat.
“One date isn’t a story. Now, if you get back together, then there’s something to write about. Besides, you have his new number, right? He had to change it. He lost his phone but found it, but in the meantime, the cell company screwed something up and his number wouldn’t work with the new phone. So they gave him a new number. There’s supposed to be a forwarding message.”
Joel tilted his head like a dog that can’t understand something. “No, no message. It just rings and rings. He doesn’t answer texts. I don’t have his mailing address, or I’d send him a card or something.”
“Or letter bomb.”
“Mom, where do you get that sick sense of humor?”
“Don’t know, but it’s fun.” She wrote London’s new number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. “Now call him.”
“I don’t know what to say.”