Page 107 of Clinically Awkward

“I don’t tolerate him. I endure him. There’s a difference.”

“Winnie—”

“And apparently I’m also Gabriel’s emergency contact, and Nathan’s, and Hayden’s, which makes NO SENSE because Hayden is a GROWN-ASS MAN who should have LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE!”

“What about Quinton?” I interrupted.

There was a pause.

“Quinton listed you.”

Oh God. “Of course he did,” I muttered.

“So now we both have to go to the police station and bail out five idiots who got into a bar fight like they’re extras in a bad action movie.”

I dropped my head into my hands. “This is a nightmare.”

“This is FITZ,” Winnie corrected. “This is what happens when you let Fitz make decisions. This is what happens when you let Fitz exist.”

“How do you know it was Fitz’s fault?”

“IT’S always FITZ’S fault!”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Okay,” I said, standing up and looking for my shoes. “I’ll meet you at the station. Where are you?”

“I’m at home.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up.”

“No.”

I paused. “No?”

“I’m not leaving until my movie is over.”

I stared at my phone. “Winnie. They’re in jail.”

“And they can stay there for another ninety minutes while I finish Knives Out. I’m at the good part. Daniel Craig just revealed the first twist, and I am not pausing this for Fitz’s nonsense.”

“Winnie.”

“They’re in jail, Vivian. They’re not going anywhere. They’re fine. They’re probably safer in jail than they are out here making more terrible decisions.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. “Fine,” I said. “But I’m leaving now.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll meet you there in ninety minutes.”

“Winnie—”

“Oh, and Vivian?”

“Yeah?”

“Bring a shovel. Just in case.”

She hung up.