Page 24 of Mended Fences

“Who you texting over there?”

“Who’s Elen— Chase, no. Isn’t she married?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Complicated? Is she married or not?”

“I mean, yeah, but?—”

“I know your moral compass is a little askew, but don’t be that guy.”

“Fuck you, Jasper. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Then, Wednesday, December 18, 2023

ELENA [9:57PM]

Bore me with your inane chatter.

CHASE [9:58PM]

Holy shit, is the sky falling?

YOU texted ME first.

It’s the apocalypse, right?

ELENA [9:59PM]

You are irritating.

CHASE [9:59PM]

Yet YOU texted ME

ELENA [10:00PM]

Is there an “unsend” option?

CHASE [10:01PM]

Uh… yeah unless you have a flip phone.

ELENA [10:01PM]

I’m a doctor.

CHASE [10:02PM]

LOL! Wtf does that have to do with anything?

ELENA [10:03PM]

I don’t know. I’m having a bad day. Don’t bully me.

CHASE [10:03PM]

I’m sorry Sweetness. What’s wrong?