“I’m not trying to be funny, Winter.” “We’ve already talked about this, so I don’t know what you’re playing at.” “Talked about this?” His face scrunches and his arms gesture open on either side of him. I’ll give it to him. He appears to be genuinely confused. “Yeah. I believe the last text message I received from you was”—my hands gesture beside my head in air quotes—“Thanks for letting me know.”
