Page 140 of The Wicked

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Granted, I stole it from my last relationship. Remember Giacomo? The stripper you disapproved of? Yeah, he owns the car, and he’s never getting it back.

Luigi would never be successful enough to get it, so he’s out for my life.

Me:

Do you want Luigi dead?

The bubble popped up immediately, but then it disappeared. It did that a couple of times before a response finally came.

Gemma (blonde car highway):

You’re not Uncle Rod, are you?

Me:

No.

Gemma (blonde car highway):

Are you Giacomo?

Serial killer guy?

OR FUCKING LUIGI.

I was amused by the capital letters; I could hear her voice yelling the words at me. It reminded me of my sister.

Me:

It’s Elio.

The bubble disappeared and appeared several times, and then it disappeared for minutes; I didn’t think she would respond until she did.

Gemma (blonde car highway):

I’m just gonna sidestep my embarrassment with everything I typed and pretend I’m the cool blonde who gave you her number at a drugstore.

You can just block me now if your image of me is ruined. I’ll accept that.

Me:

I have no intention of blocking you, Gemma.

Gemma (blonde car highway):

Honestly, I would block me.

My eyes flitted to the time above the screen before I typed in my response.

Me:

I have to go. I will pick this up when I return. Luigi sounds like an exciting topic of conversation.

Gemma (blonde car highway):

The little shit is the bane of my existence.

Where do you have to go…

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