I fly back home and am still in a
crumby mood. Stupid cops. Stupid city. Stupid poo waving hobo. I land
and Ronica is standing on the porch with Milly floating with a tether
attached otherwise she'd just keep going up. She wouldn't die in
space or anything but space is big and finding a giggling baby in
space is hard. Trust me. It happened once.
Ronica doesn't look happy.
“Hey, sexy ass” I say to her. She
just looks at me. “Okay, fine. I screwed up.”
“Don't just say you 'screwed up',
Walter” she tells me. Whenever she uses my real name that means she
is mad at me. She's been using my real name a lot lately. “I told
you to come back home because I knew you'd say something stupid.”
“You didn't tell me to come home you
texted me” I say. Point: Me. “If you had called I would've known
you were serious.”
“You need to fly back and apologize”
she says. I laugh. She doesn't. “Don't make me call your mother.”
