“He hung up on me.
I stared at the phone in disbelief, then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notebook. I scribbled
Jerk on the first line. One the line beneath it, I added,
Smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon. Excellent physical shape.I immediately scribbled over the last observation until it was illegible.”
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Becca Fitzpatrick,
Hush, Hush