“What?” Simon said. “Why would you have Uncle Tommy’s number?”
“Dude, he has Rangers season tickets and he knows how much I like hockey,” Ronnie said, looking through his contacts list on the cell. “He calls me up and we go whenever I can make it. We go to Mets games, too, and to see the Knicks whenever they’re on a winning streak.”
“What the hell. He never calls me!” Simon whined.
“Why would he? He figures you can’t sit comfortably for that long with that stick up your butt,” Ronnie said, sharing a chuckle with Sophie. “Besides, he knows you’re at medical school, and that you’re very serious about it and that you can’t just take off at a moment’s notice. I bet we can catch more games now that I’ll be living in the city.”
“Wait…you’re going to live in the city? When…why?” Simon asked.