I finally talked to Ziggy for a good stretch on the phone around lunchtime in St. Louis. It had been like seven in the morning when we’d pulled in, Flip made sure I was tucked in and passed out before he went to bed himself, but he’d apparently slept through all the drama on the […]
The phone rang gratifyingly quickly. “Yellow,” I answered. “I guess you’re not sleeping either.” “I’m on West Coast time,” Ziggy said. “Where it’s only three in the morning.” “Uh huh,” I said, unconvinced.