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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
SOPH: Hey. Are you okay?
FORD: Why wouldn’t I be?
SOPH: I just assumed since Juliet is asking me if she can work remotely on the new menu from California that things didn’t go well. I wanted to make sure you’re not crying in a ditch somewhere.
FORD: She asked for that?
SOPH: You didn’t know?
SOPH: Wait, you didn’t break up?
FORD: No. We were never officially together.
SOPH: Oh hello, depressing Ford, welcome to the chat.
FORD:
SOPH: We both know that’s bullshit.
FORD: We haven’t talked about everything. And she’s been distant since I left for Detroit.
FORD: Not that she owes me anything.
SOPH: You don’t seriously believe that, do you?
FORD: I told her I loved her.
SOPH: And?
FORD: She didn’t say it back.
SOPH: Does that mean you’re giving up?
FORD: If she wants to go back to California, I’m not about to stop her.
SOPH: Nope. Try again.
FORD: Soph, I can’t do this right now. I’ve got a game to play. I’ll see you when I get home tomorrow.
SOPH: Stop being such a fucking boy scout and admit this fucking sucks, and you are just as pissed as I am that she’s making moves without talking to you.
FORD: Fine. You’re right.
SOPH: Then get your head out of your ass and fix this.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
FORD
Four days.
Three games.
Two cities.
The same word on my baseline.
