Knowing Jude
I mentally roll my eyes and bend to pick my phone, but another pair of hands is already doing that, and I straighten up to find Jon handing it to me.
“Thanks,” I say, but I know he just made things worse.
I can practically feel her fuming. I focus my eyes on my phone, though. Whose web of cracks on the screen has multiplied twofold. It has also gone off, so I push the button.
Come on, don’t die on me!
My inner rant is interrupted when Jane pushes into me again, then grabs Jon’s hand and sashays towards the door. “Come on, babe. Let’s go.”
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