Behind the scenes
Joanne’s text come almost immediately,
“Great timing, I just fought with Clay, so he would not be hearing shit from me. What do you want to know?”
I wince. I wanted to keep it a secret, but not because they fought, the second they made up, she would be singing like a bird.
“How long do you think the fight would last?”
Her response came seconds later, “Idk, two weeks probably.”
I sigh, not long enough, unfortunately, I can’t they fought forever.
“Tell me why Abed went to see him today.”
This time her response took a minute, my finger had slipped into my mouth during the wait, my teeth toyed with the skin.