“You f**ked my husband!” I yelled.
“Yeah, Gwen, and then you got shot of his ass. You never shoulda hooked up with that dickface in the first place. Now you’re shacked up with Hawk f**kin’ Delgado, of all f**kin’ people, you should be kissin’ my f**kin’ feet.”
This point had merit.
“I knew you did that for me,” I said quietly.
“Someone had to wake your shit up.”
Oh. My. God.
Was that sisterly love I was feeling for Ginger? I couldn’t quite tell since I hadn’t felt it for what seemed like centuries.
“Ginger, honey, please listen to me –”
“No. I don’t know what Conan told you but you have no idea what’s goin’ down with me. What I know is perfect, sweet Gwennie doesn’t have the tools to help me sort this shit out. No one does. Not even Conan. I’m in this alone and I don’t give a f**k. I’ve always been in it alone.”
“Maybe if you’d accept a little help –”
“Fuck you, Gwen. You don’t want to help me. You want the drive-bys to stop.”
“Yes, I do. Definitely,” I agreed. “But I also don’t want my sister to be out there on her own against multiple bad guys when maybe I can help.”
“There is no help for this.”
“Ginger –”
“Don’t f**kin’ call back, Gwen. Ever. Yeah?”
More dead air.
I flipped my phone shut on a hissed, “Shit!”
Then it rang instantly and I flipped it back open, thinking it was Ginger and put it to my ear.
“Ginger?”
“No,” I heard, “Troy.”
Oh shit.
“Troy,” I said quietly.
“Yeah, remember me?”
Uh-oh.
“Troy, I –”
“Got your house shot up. I called four times, no call back. Heard you were okay from Tracy. You call when your bathroom faucet doesn’t shut off but you don’t call when I’m worried out of my mind, I hear your living room’s been shot to shit?”
“Things have been a little crazy.”
“Gwen, you got your house shot up in a drive-by,” he returned. “I know things are crazy but too crazy to call your f**king friend and let him know you’re all right?”
“Mom came by yesterday,” I informed him. “I was a little out of sorts.”
“I can see Meredith would be freaked about –”