“Just… get over here,” she insists. “We really need to fix this before he starts yelling at people.”
“He's going to do that regardless.”
Her laughter lights up the other end of the phone. “He totally is. Haha, you're right.”
I sigh again. “Alright. I’ll be there.”
“Good. And wear the black shirt. The fitted one,” she says, half-joking, half-not.
“Too much… You’re already overloading me.”
“Wait til you get here. You’ll feel better once you wash your face, then after today, we can pass out together” she laughs lightly.
“That sounds very nice,” I'm murmur, wanting so badly to just fall back asleep.
“I know. LINCOLN!”
My eyes fly back open. I know she's smiling on the other end. “Don't fall back asleep.”
“Mmm.”
“Get up. I'm going to stay on the line until I'm sure you're out of bed.”
“FUCKING hell, man,” I gruff as I roll out of bed, almost tripping over my half asleep legs.
“There! Happy? Damn,” my hands rub across my face in tired frustration.
It's crazy how much I actually feel like crying.
“Okay, good. I'm so sorry to do this to you. See you soon.”
She hangs up before I can respond.
I stare at the phone a few seconds longer, the exhaustion still a lead blanket of pressure over me.
Another damn day.
So now I’m wondering how I’m going to get someone to take care of Morris, and if I can call Gabby.
As I start getting ready to go in, I chance it and give her a call, even though it’s super early.
There’s no answer.
Okay… let’s ring again.
No answer.
Third time’s the charm.
“Hello,” her creaky voice fills my ear.
“I’m so sorry to be waking you up so early,” I tell her, my voice dead with exhaustion, “but I’m going to have to go into work really early for some fixes and… you know… I was wondering if you could come over to watch Morris.”
“I thought I was off right now,” she says.
It’s going to be a fight. I already know it.
“Can you come in or not,” I say tiredly, my voice sounding like the undead.
