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“Services?” Royal’s voice got louder by the minute.
“Yes, for your treatment.”
“What fucking treatment?” Royal balled his hands into fists and flexed his jaw.
“I’m sure the program director Delia and your assigned therapist can assist you further with selecting the best treatment plan—”
“I’m not being forced to do group therapy bullshit.”
“I’m not familiar with your file, as I am only your personal concierge, but if you speak to Delia, she can help you out with what you will need to complete to satisfy the terms of your admittance.” Luna kept a smile on her face. I don’t know how.
“Satisfy the terms of my admittance!?”
I stepped between Luna and Royal. “Go inside.”
Royal growled at me but then turned around and slipped inside.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said to Luna when he was gone.
“I’m used to it. Not many people are happy about ending up here. But it usually helps.”
“I doubt it will, but thanks. How do we talk to Delia?” I asked, not wanting Levi to force us to stay longer for non-compliance. It would be easy to get Royal to reply. I’d just tell him he won’t see his mother for Christmas if he doesn’t.
I walked inside to find Royal screaming into his phone.
I was too tired for any of this. I wanted to fall into bed and sleep for a year. Or maybe not wake up. It would be easier to not deal with my brain.
“What the fuck is this?”
“You’re breaking up. I can’t hear you?” Levi’s voice crackled out of the speakerphone.
“One fucking bar. Levi—if you can hear me—I need you to get me my own fucking room.”
“Royal?” Levi’s voice came out like it had been put through a video game.
He hung up the phone and stomped to the phone in the living room. He dialed the number and put it on speakerphone.
A busy single sounded, and then a message played. “This number is not in your approved contacts list. Please talk to your program director or case worker if you found this message in error.”
The line clicked off, and I stifled a laugh.
“What the fuck?” Royal slammed down the receiver and pushed his hands into his hair.
“Was that Levi?” I asked from where I’d taken up residence on the sofa.
“Yep. He didn’t add his own fucking number to our approved list, and I have no signal on my phone.” He tossed his phone onto the breakfast nook.
I picked up mine. “Mine either. Is there something with the WiFi info?”
He rummaged through the usual areas, looking for a book that would have the information.
“I’m calling the front desk.” He called, and they gave him the runaround about talking to Delia, and when he asked for her number, the desk girl told him she’d leave a message for the program director to get in touch. “Fucking great.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Otherwise, I might go throw myself to the sharks.
Royal held up his middle finger. “After everything you’ve been through, I don’t understand how you’re not more mad.”
My mood sobered. “Please don’t tell me you’re comparing this to being put in a youth home.”
