Page 11 of Home in the Country
“What? Isla sending you dirty pics at…” I look at my phone to check the time and see several missed messages.
CASE: Anyone seen Otto? We gotta be at the job site in like 20 minutes and we’re supposed to go together.
SORREN: Seriously why is this in the group text?
CASE: I wanted to keep everyone in the loop
SORREN: I don’t want to be in the loop—loop me the fuck out of this
WAYLON: Dude you’re so grouchy before you’ve had coffee. You still doin’ yoga? I heard that’s calming
SORREN: (gif of guy repeatedly banging his head against a table)
WAYLON: Marlee said she saw his truck at Hank’s garage when she went to grab coffee from Rhea.
HANK: He’s here—crying about a cat
CASE: Louise sneak in again? Sorry bro
WAYLON: Sure he’s not cryin’ over a certain single mom who just moved back to town?
HANK: Definitely a cat, but also the mom
CASE: She’s hot right? If she’s hot she can totally call me daddy
OTTO: I will smother you with the cat
SORREN: There he is
CASE: Louise would be so sad
WAYLON: Would you be able to pull that off before anaphylaxis kicks in?
OTTO: I hate all of you
SORREN: You do this shit to me all the time, suck it up, buttercup
OTTO: Yeah I like it better that way
HANK: My how the tables have turned…
I look up from my phone and stare at my brother. “Who the hell are you?” He grins and snaps a picture of me before I even know what’s happening.
HANK: (Photo of Otto)
SORREN: You look like shit.
SORREN: Are you other assholes allergic to cats? Maybe I’ll get one.
CASE: Please—you’d miss us too much
SORREN: Unlikely
CASE: Should we stop for allergy stuff? Are you coming to get me?
OTTO: Yeah, I’m on my way
CASE: Cool. I got the travel cup you like ready to go—made it just how you like it
