Jamie puts his phone on speaker, and we gather around to listen as Sybil’s slightly tipsy voice spills out. “I love you so much, Jamie. Like, soooo much. You’re too good for me. You’re perfect. I’m so sorry I missed the welcome party. I’ll—I’ll talk to you soon.” The line goes dead. I hadn’t allowed myself to imagine the worst, but it must have been there in the back of my mind, because a wave of relief crashes through me. Sybil is alive and okay as of this evening. “I’ve tried calling her back,” Jamie says, “but it’s gone through to voicemail each time.” He tucks the phone back in his pocket.
This voicemail makes me believe even more in my theory that Sybil isn't 100% into the male species.
