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“
I
think
you
need
to
learn
to
manage
my
expectations
.
I
am
not
a
patient
man
.
If
you
say
you
are
going
to
contact
me
when
you
finish
work
,
then
you
should
have
the
decency
to
do
so
.
Otherwise
,
I
worry
,
and
it
’
s
not
an
emotion
I
’
m
familiar
with
,
and
I
don
’
t
tolerate
it
very
well
.
Call
me
.
”
Double
crap
.
Will
he
ever
give
me
a
break
?
I
scowl
at
the
phone
.
He
is
suffocating
me
.
With
a
deep
dread
uncurling
in
my
stomach
,
I
scroll
down
to
his
number
and
press
“
call
.
”
My
heart
is
in
my
mouth
as
I
wait
for
him
to
answer
.
He
’
d
probably
like
to
beat
seven
shades
of
shit
out
of
me
.
The
thought
is
depressing
.
“
Hi
,
”
he
says
softly
,
and
his
response
knocks
me
off
balance
because
I
am
expecting
his
anger
,
but
if
anything
,
he
sounds
relieved
.
“
Hi
,
”
I
murmur
.
“
I
was
worried
about
you
.
”
“
I
know
.
I
’
m
sorry
I
didn
’
t
reply
,
but
I
’
m
fine
.
”
He
pauses
for
a
beat
.
“
Did
you
have
a
pleasant
evening
?
”
He
is
crisply
polite
.
“
Yes
.
We
finished
packing
and
Kate
and
I
had
Chinese
takeout
with
José
.
”
I
close
my
eyes
tightly
as
I
say
José
’
s
name
.
Christian
says
nothing
.
