Page 82 of Sweet Girl
“I don’t. So drop it.”
“Okay. Chill out, bruh. Sorry it’s such a touchy subject. But you definitely have an issue there. I noticed it after that last game. What happened?”
Carver sighs deeply. “Fuck, man. It’s complicated, okay?”
“What’s so complicated about it?”
Carver rubs the back of his neck as the elevator opens up once more and we lift the couch again, heading toward the truck.
“I ran into my old girlfriend back in March. Turns out she is the dental assistant at the oral surgeon’s office I was sent to for the emergency repair.”
“Wow. That’s pretty weird, right? Small world and all that. How’d it go with her?”
Carver laughs with a sardonic undertone.
“Had she had her way, I think she would’ve knocked out all of my remaining teeth instead of fixing them.”
“So I can assume things didn’t end well between the two of you?”
He shrugs a shoulder, looking off in the other direction. “I honestly don’t know. One day she was just gone; vanished. And I haven’t seen or heard from her until that day at the dentist.”
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