and besides it’s pretty shit reception by the pool and I keep checking my phone to see if Daisy’s texted me. Which she hasn’t, by the way. “Just give her her own fucking text-tone.” Henry gives me an annoyed look when I dive on my phone as it vibrates. “No—” I scowl at him. “I’m not pathetic.” Henry gives me a long look. “If you say so.
the angst and miscommunication
