“Yes, I know, but you work in the sports department. Have you read therestof the paper?”
“No. Why?”
She sighs. “Look in the personals.”
“Allie, if this is another attempt to get me interested in someone else to get over Shep, it’s not going to work.”
“It’s not,” she promises. “Just go look. I’ll stay on the line.”
“Ugh,” I groan. “Let me go grab a copy.”
“I can’t believe you don’t read your own paper.”
“Hush, Allie.”
She doesn’t hush. She keeps yapping away in my ear as I pull myself out of my chair and find a paper stuffed into my box in the mail room.
“—and then he asked me to lick him…there!”
“Oh my god, are you talking rim jobs right now?” I lean against one of the tables, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder so I can use two hands to open the paper.
“Have you not been listening to me? My husband is afreak! It’s like he saved all this weird shit for marriage and I cannot handle it.”
“Can you not tell me about how you licked your husband’s butthole?”
Susan, one of our interns, glances over at me with wide eyes.
“Hi, Susan, sorry. My friend is insane. I’m not the butthole licker, that’s her.”
I laugh at the alarmed look on her face and Allie yelling my name in my ear.
“I cannot believe you right now! I am so embarrassed.”
“No you’re not.”
“Fine. I’m not. Did you grab a paper?”
“I got it.”
“Good, now flip to the personals.”
I search until I find the section she’s talking about and scan the page, but nothing sticks out to me.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Look again. Closely.”
“I don’t—”
Holy shit.
Right there in the center of the page, there’s a huge box that’s clearly written by Shep.
Captain America Apologizes: Part One
Bucky,
I’m sorry for bailing on dibs.
