"You had work to do?" Deb screamed into the phone. It had taken some time before he returned her call, so Deb felt fully justified in venting some of her anger and frustration. Knowing Dex the way she did, he'd apologize lamely and smile and Deb... would forgive him. She always did.
"I get pulled into some fucked up Wonderland-Oz fucked thing and knowing how fucked it is and knowing I just got here you don't return my calls because you had fucking work to do? I am your fucking sister, Dex. You think you maybe could have found five minutes out of your day to give me a fucking call?"
She was mad. Furious. But she also knew she wasn't going to stay that way. Still, she estimated she had a good week of milking this for all it was worth and making him miserable. He deserved it. He had fucked up. Deb should not have gotten her reassurance from crazy fruit girl. It should have been him.