The 58-Point Betrayal

The night I lost the promotion, I crouched at the curb with a paper cup of fried calamari.

I fed them into my mouth one by one, and the tears came down with them.

I texted my boyfriend, Justin Gilbert:

【A little tired today, but the calamari's good.】

He didn't reply.

Half an hour later, I couldn't help sending another:

【Are you busy? I just want to talk to you.】

At last he wrote back:

【What's this supposed to mean? You want me to reimburse you?】

I stared at that line for a long time.