Those three grey dots immediately jump at the bottom of the screen.
I’m good, Micah writes right away. Coming to visit in two weeks.
You’re coming to Newton?
Gotta see the sunshine’s new digs.
So he doesn’t know.
Or maybe he does. I don’t know. I can’t tell.
Micah texts again. No response to that? Have you seen her?
Yeah.
And how was that?
You should talk to your sister.
I do.
Not recently?
Did something happen?
You should talk to her.
Dude. What the fuck.
Talk to Mason.
Why are you being so weird about this?
Because I fucked your sister last night, I type out. No. That’s needlessly antagonistic. I erase the text.
It’s not my news to share.
There’s news?? Does this mean what I think it means?
I don’t know.
Are you back together??
What kind of sorcery is this?
You should really talk to your sister.
Dude.
I stare at my phone for several long minutes.
We haven’t talked in the last two and a half years. Why now?
Because I’m coming to visit. Just booked the ticket.
Great.
I don’t know how to react to this. I lay my phone down on my chest and stare at the ceiling.