Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. She rolled over, read the message, and responded, typing, “Like what?”
He added, “I call my answering machine and repeatedly playback my voice greeting.”
“That’s not so bad. I send myself emails in French.”
“Wow!!!” He added three wide-eyed emojis.
“But you know what’s the freakiest?”
He thought for a minute, then typed, “No. What???”
“You, texting me at 2 a.m. night after night. You’re driving me absolutely screaming bat shit. Stop it!!!”