“Marcus?”
I put my call on speaker and open notes to type the lyrics in so I don’t forget them. “My schedule was supposed to be clear all weekend, Craig,” I say as I type.
“Well, now it’s not. Get your arse to Studio 26, they’re waiting on you.”
I clench my jaw. My life isn’t mine. “Fine. Tell them I’m a half hour away.”
He says something more, but I disconnect the call and open messages to text Lisa.
Me: I took your car…
The dots bounce immediately.
Her: I noticed…
Me: I’m sorry about today. I’m sorry I overreacted about your brother. I’m sorry I can’t seem to behave like a normal human being around you.
Her: that’s a lot to be sorry for.
Me: I fucked up.
Shit.
Me: Are you locked out?
Her: I have a friend with spares. I’m OK.
Me: I’ll get the car back to you asap.
Her: You’re coming back?
Me: I can’t. I have a thing at JJJ. I’ll get Karen to bring it to you.
Her: Maybe she can share the wine and cheese with me…
I smile, feeling calmer already.
Me: I think she’d like that.