Chapter 12
When he finally found the phone and looked at the display, he furrowed his eyebrows. “Yeah, gotta take this,” he said. “Hello?”
The caller sounded upset, loud and gruff. Even though I couldn’t make out the words, his tone carried through the connection.
“What? Today? But I thought it was tomorrow? Mhm. Pops! Calm down. It’s just—”
The voice on the other end grew louder. Asher grimaced, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and stood, languidly stretching his limbs, arching his back, and scratched his neck.
“Yeah, I’ll take you. But like I said: you need to let me know the day before. I’ve—yeah. I’ll be there in thirty.”
He threw the phone on the bed. “Sorry about that.” He stomped to the closet and rummaged around for clothes. “I have to drive Pops to the doctor. His appointment was for tomorrow, but, apparently, the time had been changed and he forgot to tell me about it.”