I didn’t know exactly where she would be in New York, I called her, she said she was in our neighborhood about two minutes ago! Now she’s saying she’s in California!
“Seriously, where are we going to meet?” I asked.
“I don’t know, where do you want to meet?” She asked back.
I knew she was toying with me by the sound of her voice.
“Where are you staying?”
“Beach house.”
“A beach house where?”
“California.”
“Damn it! Please, just give me the address!”
There was a moment’s pause then she gave the address.
179 Red Sand Lane
San Fransisco California
“How am I supposed to find this place?” I asked.
“Once again, you tell me.”
She hung up.
God damn it.