“Muggsy,” he said with a sigh. “What the fuck just happened?” “Nothing,” I said, a little breathless. “Just a small laundry situation. On the stairs. Where my phone was eaten. By a sweater.” He was quiet for a second. “Are you fucking with me again?” “This time, no, I’m not.” Another pause. “Are you all right?” “Yeah, of course.” I sounded like I’d just run a mile. “You were saying something about this weekend?” “Do me a favor and sit down first,” he said.
