"Hello."

He sounded off. Something had to be wrong.

"Hello it's me, Caitlin."

"I know. What is it?"

Sylvester never asked me that question before. When he sees me or hears from me, it is always for one thing. Sex.

"Got to your mall and I was told you didn't come in today. What is wrong? You had too much last night?"

"Something like that." He replied.

"Oh sorry."

We were silent for a while. He was having a hangover and it sounded pretty bad. I was an expert at treating hangovers. Learned a lot of recipes from Riley because Uncle Ron is an alcoholic and always had ugly morning...