Summertime
“You’re wrong,” LuLu said, “In fact, you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.
“And I wish you’d leave,” she added quietly.
The door slammed.
“Good-bye,” she said, to no one in particular, for he was already gone. She picked up the phone, dialed.
“I did it,” she said. “I told him.” Ramon was silent. “Ramon! Are you there?”
“I’m thinking,” he said. “Thinking.”

