“Dreamon,Karl Marx.”
Ugh, relief. He’s letting it slide.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, Molly Malolly.”
“Ew. That’s mymom’snickname for me. Please don’t impersonate my mother. Anyway, what’s your news?”
I honestly have no idea what he’s going to tell me. That Marian married her Cubs player? That he has an idea for a screenplay? That he’s terminally ill and wants one last goodbye?
“You’re winning,” he says.
“Winning what?”
“The bet.”
“Because you’ve finally admitted to yourself I won’t be your date to our twentieth reunion?”
“No. Because Jon and Kevin are dating.”
“What?” I yell so loudly that the YouTuber next to me interrupts her livestream and glares.
“I know.” I can hear a smile in his voice.
“Aww, that makes me so happy!”
“Me too. Though I can’t believe you were right about them.”
I can. They are the rare fated couple on which all those “ships passing in the night” romances are based.
“I told you, I’m good at this,” I say. “Are you with them right now?”
“I was all day, but I left to call you—ohfuck.” I hear scrabbling noises, then more curses.
“Seth? Everything okay?”
He expels a breath. “Goddamnit. I left something with Jon.”
“Something important?”
“Yeah,” he says, his voice strained. “Pretty important. Look, I gotta go.”
“Okey dokey. Talk in six months?”
But he’s already ended the call.
I immediately open my messages.
Molly:Guys
Molly:Wow
Dezzie:What?
Molly:Seth Rubenstein just called me
Dezzie:“Seth Rubenstein” lol. Like there’s some other Seth
