Page 49 of The Cruelest Kind of Hate
CALISTA:I’m busy.
GAGE:Doing what?
CALISTA:Ignoring you.
GAGE:Ha. You’re talking to me now.
CALISTA:You’re right, Gage. Let me put EVERYTHING I’m doing aside and focus my full attention on you.
GAGE:Thank you. I deserve it.
CALISTA:That’s it? That’s all you have to say? That’s the reason you called me three times in a row?
GAGE:No. But you’re being mean to me, and now I don’t want to tell you.
CALISTA:If you’re not going to tell me, I’ll just put my phone on Do Not Disturb.
GAGE:I’ll notify you anyway.
CALISTA:Ugh, you’re so annoying!
GAGE:I think you secretly like it.
CALISTA:What did you have to tell me? And it better be life or fucking death.
GAGE:I miss you. *smiley face emoji*
October 17,Thursday, 5:13 p.m.
GAGE:What size are your boobs?
CALISTA:Fucking excuse me?
GAGE:Like, how big are they?
CALISTA:Hi, Gage. I’m doing well, thanks. My day’s been good. Woke up and put my shirt on inside out, so that was fun.
GAGE:Would you say like a size large?
CALISTA:Are you serious right now?
GAGE:This is important, Cali. I need your answer right now.
CALISTA:Why?
GAGE:It’s for your Halloween costume.
CALISTA:First off, bra size isn’t measured on a scale from small to large. It’s based off band size and cup size, which use a number and letter system.
GAGE:Okay. So like a 57Z?
CALISTA:Jesus Christ, no. It doesn’t go that fucking high. And shouldn’t you be a better guesser? You’ve had them in your mouth.
GAGE:You’re right. I’m gonna change my answer to a…45R.
CALISTA:*eye roll emoji*
GAGE:Maybe you can just send me a reference photo. Or you can compare them to household objects like a small potted vase or a large candle.
