"Cool, we'll just..." I started to say we'll talk tomorrow, but the dial tone blaring through the phone stopped me mid sentence. I pressed the button to turn off the phone and wondered what could be up with Rhonda. Her sudden shortness was odd. I chopped it up as her being tired.
I had my own problems to deal with, like Mr. Wilson and his whereabouts.
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