Page 56 of Just Friends

Rebecca let out a mirthless laugh. “I agree with that.” The pessimism coming from her was disconcerting.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… really. My mom’s complete disapproval of my life is easier to take when I’m hundreds of miles away.”

He didn’t know. “I’m sorry…”

“Not your fault. What happened tonight? Anything you can talk about.”

“We had a jumper.”

“What? No way.”

“Climbed onto the roof of his mama’s house over on Baker Street after a family argument over dinner. I had to talk him down.”

Rebecca laughed. “That’s not a jumper.”

“He was going to jump off the roof.”

“And what, sprain his ankle?”

“Wait, if he fell off head first, he could have been having the rest of his meals through a tube.”

“A two-story house?”

“One.”

She sighed. “Did you save him from the unlikely chance of being gravely injured?”

“Of course.”

“My hero.”

Weasel laughed. “What are you wearing?”

“Nothing.”

He choked on his tongue. “Really?”

Rebecca giggled diabolically.

“Send me a picture.”

“I’m wearing a t-shirt.”

“Pull it off and send me a picture.”

“Goodnight, Weasel.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“Merry Christmas.” The clock sat just past midnight. “Sweet dreams.”

A few minutes after the call ended his phone dinged with a text message. A photo of Rebecca from the neck down to her chest, not topless, but in his AC/DC t-shirt. He had no idea she’d taken the shirt. Some detective he was. Then, Weasel spotted the butterfly necklace and smiled.

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