Monty picks up singing where Allie stopped, and I throw the nearest pillow at her, smacking her right in the face.
“Vindication!” I yell as she tosses it back, missing me. “And I totally wanna slap you both. Ido notlove him.”
“Uh huh.” Allie rolls her eyes.
“Whatever you say,” Monty agrees.
I point to Monty then the door. “You, out.” Then I look at Allie. “I’m hanging up.”
“I love you…but not as much as you love Slug. Okayseeyabye.”
She hangs up as my finger hovers over the button.
Monty falls back onto the bed in a fit of laughter. I grab the pillow again and cover her face, suffocating her.
“Ah, I can’t wait to be an only child.”
“We still have Chuck!” I make out despite her voice being muffled.
I lift the pillow for just a second, giving her a sinister grin.
“For now.”
Twenty-One
Five years ago, April
Denver:DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
Shepard:What is that?
Shepard:Is that a dog crate?
Denver:It is. I found it at a garage sale for $5. I bet a pug could fit inside with plenty of room to spare.
Shepard:It totally could, especially if it’s invisible. Lots of room to spare.
Denver:You are a dream crusher.
Shepard:Hey, I’m not saying you can’t buy your own pug one day. I’m just not buying you one.
Denver:Uh huh. We’ll see about that.
Denver:Do you know how many dicks I’d have to suck on the street corner to buy a pug? Good thing I didn’t throw out my hooker heels from homecoming.
Shepard:At least ten.
Denver:OH MY GOD. So you WANT me to whore myself out?
Shepard:I mean, it’s a pug, Den—who wouldn’t whore themselves out for a pug?
Denver:I’ve been thinking…you should fly out here.
Shepard:Yeah? That would be kind of cool.
Denver:It would be, because then I could slap the shit out of you.
Shepard:Wow. Tell me how you really feel.
