Out Of Touch
“Oh, come on, admit it. What happened between you and Jim?” Tammy stood with her arms crossed and leaning against the locker next to Tracy’s.
Tracy shook her head. Their first conversation in, and it had to be about this? “I told you: nothing you need to worry about!”
Tammy rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that attitude. You’ve never showed an interest in anyone until him. Spill it, girl!”
Tracy closed her locker. “You really want to know?”
Tracy let out a sigh. “He asked for help planning his uncle’s funeral.”
“My dad’s, you idiot. Remember him?”