Wally calls me ten minutes later, mad, “Why’d you give Arty Muercur my phone number?”
“He wanted to call you and asked for it—I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Well I do mind!”
I take a quick breath and force myself not to get defensive. Wally has a right to his privacy.
“Sorry Wally—I shouldn’t have told him without asking you first.”
Wally, still pissed, “That’s right, you shouldn’t have.”
“Sorry” I say again.
There’s a moment of silence, now Wally asks, “Did he tell you about the party?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going?”
I say, “It sounds like a good one.”
Wally, real sarcastic and nasty, “Yeah, real great.”
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