05-13-2014, 06:03 PM
Monday night, Ian gets a text message from Alyssa's phone number. He knows the one. It's the same number that he called on Sunday, when he had such a lovely conversation with a woman who flat-out said "Nope" when he asked for information about where he could possibly find a friend. (In all fairness, she had her reasons.)
The text is simple and to the point, reading:
Spoke with K. You're on the list. C's mother deceased. Cut up, sounds like. We find them together, that's the deal.
And a couple moments later (because you can only put so much in a text:
Hit me up and come on over; we'll plan. Do not try to do it yourself or we'll have issues. It's personal for me too now.
And then she goes to wrap her hand where she put it through one of her windows at some point before she sent the texts. It's that kind of a week already.
The text is simple and to the point, reading:
Spoke with K. You're on the list. C's mother deceased. Cut up, sounds like. We find them together, that's the deal.
And a couple moments later (because you can only put so much in a text:
Hit me up and come on over; we'll plan. Do not try to do it yourself or we'll have issues. It's personal for me too now.
And then she goes to wrap her hand where she put it through one of her windows at some point before she sent the texts. It's that kind of a week already.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."