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“What?”

“He gave me a ring.”

“I heard you.”

“Why aren’t you screaming?”

“Because I’m trying to determine how much disrespect I want to show you tonight.”

My smile disappeared. “Bitch.”

“What kind of ring?”

I held my hand up like she could see through the phone. “A promise ring.”

“How old are you?”

“Klair.”

“A promise ring?”

“Yes.”

“Like high school?”

“It’s a diamond.”

“Oh, well, excuse the fuck out of me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re a hater.”

“I’m confused.”

“About?”

“How a married man is promising marriage.”

“You’re annoying.”

“And you’re wearing another woman’s husband’s promise ring.”

“Goodnight.”

“Blair.”

“Goodnight.”

I hung up then called her right back.

She answered laughing.

“I don’t like you sometimes, Klair.”

“I know.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I’m sure it is.”