“Sure. Ok.” I hand her my phone and she enters and saves her number in it.
“You take care. I hope to speak to you soon.”
“You take care as well.”
Right before Marcie turns to walk back towards her house. I notice a small, but bold hickey on the right of her neck. I stand there, watching her walk away. Josiah is still standing on the porch, watching his wife walk back towards the house. He then looks up at me.
He winks. Again.
In the words of Courtney, hol-y shit.