Chapter 40

“Ouch,” Ben said, as Tom Alan finally headed off the ice.

“I’ll be right back.” Tom Alan whipped off his gray-and-orange striped hat for emphasis. He was going to call someone all right, just not Milo.

* * * *

“What the heck!” he spat as soon as she answered. “What did you tell Papa?”

“Only the truth.”

“Your version of it.” He stretched as he talked to stay limber.

“You’re the one tossing around bullshit.”

“And you’re just jealous.” He hiked up his pants when he felt air on his butt.

“Fuck you!” She knew Tom Alan would never say it back.

“I can’t even talk to you!” he did say. “I don’t even want to.”

“Then why did you call me?”

“To tell you that!”

“Well I don’t wanna talk to you either. It’s the middle of the night,” she muttered, full of spite. “Dick breath.”

Though neither wanted to speak to the other, no one hung up the phone.