It had been exactly nine days since Sam had spoken to Stacey - not that Sam was keeping track or anything, no sir.
He felt like the world's biggest asshole for not calling her, but honestly, he wasn't sure if she wanted him to. Maybe she was better off without him. Maybe she was perfectly content to stay at Mary Anne's forever. Or for a few months.
When Sam really concentrated, he could put himself into a depressed frenzy quite easily.
He was snapped out of feeling sorry for himself with the ringing of the phone. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw Kristy's number.
Great. Kristy's gonna butt her big nose into this now. I'd be willing to bet a hundred dollars that she will. She definitely heard that Stace and I have ... broken up. Or whatever.
He contemplated turning the phone off, but Kristy was nothing if not persistant. Finally he flipped open the phone.
"Hello, dear sister," he said dryly. "Life's peachy."