Where did she go wrong?
For a while after she ended the call, I was at a loss for words. What the heck was her issue, anyway? This made no sense to me, but it also wasn’t my issue. Someone was sure to contact her, and when they did, I’d answer the phone and fill them in on the situation. Things would work out.
With time to kill before meeting Anna at the club, I settled down with a bag of chips and a copy of the book The Good Earth.
A loud buzzer interrupted my immersion in the narrative at just the right moment.