Forget about her, Jared (O.H. continues)
“I’ll take it in here,” I said, and I closed my door. I picked up the phone and said hello. I heard the click of Joy hanging up.
“Hello, Jared,” said a voice. It was Tanya. No luck.
“Hi Tanya, what’s up?” I asked.
“What do you mean ‘what’s up’? You say that as if nothing had happened.”
“Well, what do you want me to say?” I asked. Read the rest of the story Â»