“Call for you.”
“Excuse me?” I looked up from the mud cakes I was currently making with Josie. We decided we had to get out of the house and went to the playground down the road.
“Just take the phone.” Gunner waved the phone in my face impatiently.
“He seriously called you to talk to me?” I asked, still staring at him.
“Looks like it. Now you gonna take the phone or do I have to put him on speaker?”
I snatched the phone out of his hand. “What the hell, Rhett?” I barked into the speaker.
“Good to know you can still move your arms.”
“Of course I can. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you aren’t answering your phone.”
“Maybe I just wasn’t answering the phone when you called.”
“I know.”
“You didn’t have to send Gunner just to get me on the phone.”
“I sent him because I was worried about you.”
Well that took the wind out of my sails immediately. “Right.”
“Have you heard from Anna again?”
“Unfortunately,” I said, thinking back to our run in. “She also sent the papers.”
“Did you forward them on to your lawyer?”
Well, that’s where the problem was. I didn’t have one. Turns out they cost more than I had. So I was still working on that one.
“Not really. But I will.”
“Emmi.”
“What? I said I’ll do it.”
“Why wouldn’t you just pass them on straight away? The more time they have to look it over, the better.”
“I know. There’s just been a slight delay.”
“What kind of delay?”
“The kind where I don’t really have a lawyer yet.”
“Why wouldn’t you pick up your goddamn phone and tell me.” He sounded livid. And my angry sailboat gained some strength.
“Because it’s my problem. Nobody else’s.”
There was silence down the line, then a long drawn out sigh. “I’m your friend. We are friends. That means I want to help you. With anything.”
We weren’t friends. Not anymore. I didn’t know what we were but it wasn’t friends, no matter how much I wanted to get back to having any kind of relationship with him.
“I’m fine. I don’t need help. I’ll figure it out.”
