Page 46 of Property of Bob

“Exactly.”

Anchor laughed.

I flipped him off.

“Good to see you’re feeling better,” he said.

“I’ll feel better when I’m out of here.”

“There it is,” Cross muttered.

“What?”

“The same fucking sentence you’ve said every hour since I got here.”

“Maybe everybody should start listening.”

Anchor shook his head and his phone started ringing.

He pulled it from his pocket, looked at the screen, and answered. “Yeah?”

Skull’s voice came through faintly.

Anchor frowned. “Hold on.”

He tapped the screen and set the phone on the rolling table beside my bed. “Speaker.”

That got my attention.

Cross leaned forward in the chair.

“What happened?” Anchor asked.

Skull sighed through the phone. “Your new houseguest is gonna be a fucking handful.”

I sat straighter.

Ramona.

“What happened?” I asked.

There was a beat of silence.

“Bob?” Skull called.

“Who else?” I grunted.

“Thought you were supposed to be resting.”

“Thought you were supposed to answer the fucking question.”

Cross covered his mouth with one hand.

Anchor’s eyes narrowed at me, but he didn’t say anything.

Skull laughed. “Good. You’re definitely feeling better.”

“What happened with Ramona?” I demanded.