Lizzy hurriedly shouts into the phone. “What? Nothing. What’s with the drama?” “Savannah, you never call this late. It’s as if the phone lines cease to work past ten o’clock as far as you’re concerned.” “It’s only…” I steal a glance to the clock above the TV, “…midnight! Oh, my gosh! Lizzy, I’m so sorry. I had no idea it was so late! We were talking, and I guess I just lost track of time.” “Who was talking?” “I was talking to Fletcher.” “Fletcher! The Fletcher from this afternoon?” “How many Fletchers do you know?” “That’s beside the point. Tell me everything!” “He wants to meet me in person.” “Really!” she squeals. “Are you going to do it?” “I’m thinking we should.”
