I ended the call and placed my cell next to the Chanel bag, anxious to see what was inside.
Bzzz.
Bzzz.
“Fuck.”
My cell buzzed again. I contemplated answering the call as I lifted it from the counter to see who was attempting to reach me.
Rou.
My eyes rolled involuntarily. Not answering the call could prove to be painful in the end. Roulette held grudges, and she wouldn’t let you forget it. Not ever. Ignoring her call would only force her to call again or possibly appear at your doorstep. One never knew where her head was, but I always knew where her heart was.
With family.
I slid the bar across the phone, accepting the FaceTime call.
“Yes?”
As soon as her pretty face appeared, it vanished.
Bzzz.
Bzzz.
“Yes, Roulette?” I answered the phone a second time.
“Okay, I thought I dialed the right number.”
Bullshit would follow. There was hardly a doubt in my mind that she had anything decent to say for the rest of our call. I contemplated ending it prematurely and dealing with the consequences.
“If you’re trying to reach Range, then yes.”
“I was, but see the problem is, Range is a beautiful, flawless figure that I’ve seen countless times. The woman on this phone looks like a science experiment. Something fresh out of a dumpster. She even looks like she stinks,” Roulette claimed. “Bad lashes, bad hair, bad breath, bad brows–”
I pushed out a heavy breath. Immediately, I pulled back. Roulette was right.
“Yeah, exactly. It’s ten o’clock and you’re looking like you just put your hand inside the socket. I’m going to need you to get yourself together.”
“For your information, I was thoroughly fucked last night and have been in no hurry to get my shit together this morning.”
“I am thoroughly fucked almost every night and still don’t look like roadkill in the morning. Rhea would be disappointed.”
The sound of my mother’s name rolling off Roulette’s tongue tugged at my heartstrings. I missed her dearly. Every day. All day.
“I’m almost certain you reapply lipstick mid-stroke. I can see you now with a brush in the bed, making sure your sew-in still looks good from Israel’s point of view.”
“I need him to understand he has the best seat in the house, no matter the angle.”
“He literally doesn’t care, Rou.”
“So, I do. When have men's feelings ever mattered to me? I will wait.”
“Did you call to get on my nerves or did you actually want something?”
“I didn’t. Or maybe I did.” She sighed.
“What’s up?”
