“ANEME-NEME-NEME-NEME—”
“What?”
“PHONE.”
And in case you were wondering, that was my twin sister, Hepatica. Not the one on the phone, of course. But the one who was calling me in that stupid obnoxious way that only she calls me. One would think that with an identical set of twins, they’d be alike. But me and Hepatica? Nope. Totally different. At least, I hope so. I mean, who would want to be annoying, loud, demanding, and dramatic?
“Hello?”
“Anna?”
Oh, crap. Him.
“Anna! Wait. Before you hang up the phone, please. I’m… I need you.”
“Right. Because Lord knows that the only reason you ever call me.”
“Please, Anna. Hear me out! I’m in a bit of a pickle and I need you to help me.”
“No.”
“Please?
“No.”
“Anna… please. This is serious.”
“I’m hanging up!”
“I’m in jail.”
“What?!”