Jake finds me and passes me his phone. He mouths a name at me. Batman.
Hello?
Why did I not see how quickly he would spill the beans when confronted with your big watery eyes and ridiculous cuteness?
He's a good guy. Telling the truth is always the best plan. Wouldn't you agree?
Depends. Sometimes things are done for your benefit that you don't necessarily need to be aware of.
Does this mean you're plotting Caleb's removal from my existence again?
Oh, Bridget. You have no idea.
So does this also mean you aren't coming for a late afternoon snack of crow and admissions?
No, sorry, but as I reminded you last week, I'm in New York until Saturday. Friday night is the earliest I can get out if need be.
I can't keep track of where everyone is.
Where is August?
St. John's.
Where is Christian?
Portland.
And where is Ben?
Sleeping.
Well, I've fallen rather far down the list then, haven't I? He laughs.
No, I don't have your schedule.
I'll have it sent to you. Now just please don't leave the house for the next three days and I'll be there as soon as I can.
Are you serious?
I wish. It seems like the only way to keep you out of trouble is to lock you up and so much is clearer to me now. I have to go, just stick close to Ben, okay, Bridget?
He sides with the devil, you know.
Not for long, he doesn't.
Will you stop at Coney Island and get me something?
I already did.
