"I MISS YOU, JER." Ashley sighs through the phone. I'm battling through early morning traffic and, honestly, that's the last thing I want to hear. "I can't believe you haven't called me in almost two weeks."
A pickup cuts me off and the driver has the guts to give me the finger. I press the heel of my hand against the center of the steering wheel. My aggravated horns temporarily drown out Ashley's complaints.
"Jerrison! Are you even listening to me?"
"Baby, yes I am." I plant my hand on the horn again. "I'm just—" "Busy?" She scoffs.
"It's the truth, Ash."
She makes an aggravated sound. I imagine her dark eyes rolling. Imagine her short nails tightening over the cell phone. She's probably propped on her bed, glaring into the sunshine pouring from her grimy windows, white curtains curling in like talons.
