Call Me Tuesday Novels & Stories

He deserved to die. “I call him twice a week with an update. My next call is tomorrow at 2:30. I can tell him that Sunshine has agreed to meet me.” “Her name is Taylor! She’s not your fucking sunshine!” I couldn’t help my outburst; this guy was really testing my patience.

"Yеѕ dоn't wоrrу." "Of соurѕе I wіll wоrrу. If ѕоmеthіng hарреnѕ to уоu, I wіll have tо find a nеw lunсh раrtnеr оn Tuesdays." "I love уоu too Sаm." "Adam." "Yеѕ Sаm." "Plеаѕе be саrеful!" Aѕ I was рullіng оut оf the drіvеwау, I received another call.

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she said. "They're good rules," I said. "I would have written them myself." The almost laugh came back, more fully this time, and I sat in my kitchen on a Saturday morning and listened to it and felt something settle into a position it had not been in for a very long time, something that had no name yet and did not need one. "I'll call you Tuesday," she said. "I'll answer," I said. She ended the call.

"Yes, Mom. I called. I'm doing it on Friday." "Friday? Why so late in the week?" "Mrs. Thomas' hot tub on Monday. Mrs. Beale's fence Tuesday through Thursday," I explained. "Fine. You should give me a schedule, so I can keep track of you."

That caught me off guard. I swallowed. “Don’t start,” I said lightly. “I have a reputation to maintain.” He chuckled. “Take care of yourself, okay?” he added. “I always do.” “Stacy.” I sighed. “Fine. I’ll try.” “Good.” There was a pause. Then— “They’ll be there in two days.” “Wait—what?” But the call had already ended. I stared at my phone. “…unbelievable.” ******************************************************* The restaurant was warm, alive with soft music and low conversation.

Me: Yes ma… She: Ok if you say so… We really need to meet sometime next week, there are some things about the CD group you need to be acquainted with… Me: Ok ma. When would you be chanced ma? She: Let’s make it next tuesday afternoon… Me: Ok, no problem ma… She: Here’s my card… Call me… Me: Ok ma… Thanks ma… I was walking back to the hall when I met two ladies coming out of the hall… Lady 1: Presido… Me: **U go fear hyping na** Heyyyy, hope you girls enjoyed the party… Lady 1: It was cool…

"This is unexpected." "I wanted to call personally," I said. "I understand you have been trying to reach me." "I have," she said. The smoothness was still there but something underneath it had gone alert. Watchful. "I owe you an apology," I said. "My schedule has been unreasonable lately. If you are still interested in lunch, I have an opening next week." Complete silence. I waited. "Tuesday," she said finally. "I am free on Tuesday." "Tuesday works," I said. "I will have Claire send you the details."

Mike asks and I heave a thick sigh. "Can we just meet up, Mike? I still owe you for being genuinely kind to me," I tell him sweetly. That is the absolute truth though, never have I been in the position of having anyone help me without claiming anything in return. Zane is an exception to that fact. A long pause is heard on the other side of the phone and when Mile speaks, he tells me exactly what I want to hear. "Tuesday at ten a.m. I will be waiting for you," he says normally.

She always knew the right things to say. My phone rang and it was an unknown caller. I picked it immediately. “Hello?” I said into the phone. “Hello, Emerald. I’m calling to find out if you’re still gonna make it on Tuesday for the appointment.” Oh, shit. I still hadn’t realized it was a thing till they called by themselves, but the mood for the night had an effect on me. It didn’t make sense to use one of his links for myself, especially now that his mom had a pipsqueak impression of me.