“Who’s Jojo?” Craig asked.
“My future fiancé.”
“Oh. Where is he?”
“I don’t know. It’s like he got here and just decided to take off.”
“You don’t think he heard us talking and got mad? I mean if he knew about me, and recognized me, he might jump to conclusions that this is something, and it’s not,” Craig said.
Adam paced with his hands in his pockets. The balled-up Kleenex stuffed in the pocket of his Marine dress pants.
“Hey, I don’t have my cell phone. I gave it to my grandma. You have her phone number or my grandpa’s phone number saved in your cell?”
“Yeah, I think I have your grandmother’s.” Craig handed the phone to Adam after finding her number in his contacts.
Adam called his grandmother’s phone. She didn’t pick up, so he left a message. When he disconnected the call, he couldn’t hold back the anger and frustration. “Fuck! Where is he?” Adam paced even faster. “This is so unlike him. Think! Did we say anything to set him off?” Adam asked aloud.