I’ve started texting. I can get so much information with so little effort.
To Monika: Is Jeffe still alive?
Response: I don’t know. Where is he?
To Monika: Didn’t he crash at your house?
To Jeffy: Where are you?
Respose: At work.
Having established that he was alive and responding, I proceeded with my
harrassment fact finding.
To Jeffy: Where did you sleep last night?
No response – Radio Silence
To Jeffy: I bet you wish I were back in Krautland, huh? Love you.
Radio silence, but sibiling telepathy in full working order. I could hear the “Fuck!” all the way across the bay.
I love being home.