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"Nope Did he say what he wanted?"
"He said his na with you about your blog," she continued her scissor kicks "I didn’t know you had a blog now, too"
"I don’t," I said slowly Declan? Who the hell was that?
My heart started to beat a bit faster Maybe it was so and wanted me to write a book I know that’s pretty far-fetched but it happened a lot to bloggers and h
"His number’s on the kitchen table," she continued "He said for you to call him as soon as you could"
Well, it was at least intriguing I went into the kitchen and picked up the pad of paper
My mom had scrawled a number with a Seattle area code on it and the name Declan Foray
Dex Foray?
I reached into iven h I had no idea his full first name was Declan The way the name is usually pronounced (DEE-Clan) it didn’t even ely nervous when I had to call people I didn’t know You would think that being a receptionist would have helped et over that hump but it hadn’t I tried tojust another business call
Witha tad faster than nor soup when the other line clicked
"Dex here"
Ah, his voice; low, deep and rich, like a polished instrument
"Hello?" he said more impatiently
"Uhh," I stammered "Hi Um, this is Perry Perry Palomino You…calledyou back!"
"I got that much," he replied matter-of-factly
This was off to a horribly aard start I rubbed ht of what to say next
"So, yeah, I--" I started
"Listen, Perry Can I call you back? I’ll be two seconds"
"Uh--"
"Perfect Talk soon"
Click The line went dead I looked at the phone in disbelief How long o seconds? I stared at the phone for what seemed to be forever before I decided to head back over to talk
I raced back to it, co
"Hello, Perry speaking"
"Perry! It’s Dex" He sounded a lot more enthusiastic now
"HiDex? Listen--"
"So, Perry It is Perry, right? I couldn’t rehthouse but that’s who your little blog posts were attributed to"
Uh-oh The blog Dex was inI hope that it wasn’t about that…
"You found the blog?"
He laughed, albeit rather sarcastically "Kiddo, who hasn’t found your blog?"
I started feeling ill "Look, I’ interesting to write about"
"You er? I’ive you for publishing that footage ofYouTube"
He nearly yelled that last word I cringed I was in shit
"Look, I didn’t say who you were, and you can barely even tell who is in the shot most of the time I mean, you told ainst that" I was ra
"Did it occur to you that there was a reason I gave you hed
"Not really You just ended up leaving er rising in ive ain, as you see on lad I’ your stupid shoddy business card over to the police"
Silence on the line It gave h tih," he finally said
"Yeah," I said "Well… so, is that what you wanted? To call et mad that you were somewhat featured in the video I posted? Or was it that I shot soe that you would have loved to have had yourself for your little…ghost club…or whatever the hell it is you do again"
I could have sworn I heard him stroke his facial hair over the line
"That was pretty ist of it," he replied
So uy that was annoyed that I made him look stupid in front of the entire world (or whatever miniscule portion of the world that had watched the video and read the blog), and annoyed that I cockblocked his chances of using the footage for financial gain
"But that wasn’t all…" he added
"Well?" I asked, still vexed but also curious Maybe he was asking ain I was such a girl