It’s a man.
I don’t know Jim’s voice, but I can only assume it’s him. We’ll see how much she wants to go out with him once I buy that crap shit paper he works for and fire his ass.
“Excuse me, miss, but I think the person who you’re here with needs your assistance in the bathroom.”
“Owens!”
“What? Stop yelling at me.”
“Are you crying?”
“No.”
I hear her sniffling.
“I’m sorry, darlin’.” I calm down. “I just want to help. Who are you with?”
“My sister.”
Thank fuck.
“Okay, go help your sister, but please hand your phone to the man you’re talking to before you do.”
“I don’t want to give him my phone. You just bought me this phone.”
I smile.
“Nothing will happen to the phone. Just please hand it to him. Okay?”
“Welllllll—”
Jesus Christ.
I wish she would just listen.
“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ve gotta go to Monica now. I think her head is in a toilet.”
Finally.
“Hello?”
“Thanks for grabbing the phone. May I please ask where you’re located?”
“Seventh and seventy-second.”
“And what is it?”
“The Blue Fish Grill.”
“And do you work there?”
“No, I’m just having drinks here tonight, but my wife said that she thought your friend’s companion might be in a little trouble in the bathroom. So, I came over to tell her.”
“Why didn’t your wife tell her?”
I don’t trust him. Owens is drunk.
“Huh? Listen, man, my wife stayed in there with the lady while I came over to inform your drunk friend. We’re doing her a favor.”
