“Yes, like that!” she hissed. “There was no ‘good’ in my greeting. XXX He told me a great story.”
“That guy is full of stories.”
“True,” she said. It’s all here now.”
She snuggled against him. “Fat lot of good it did. You need a serious mental health break, my good man. Don’t pretend you didn’t know.”
“Of course I knew. You grabbed my butt to throw me in the pool at that party a couple months ago. We didn’t come this far with our friendship to screw it up now.”
They finished dressing and got in the front seats for the quiet drive back to the city. When he felt himself deflate, he withdrew. I quit, you know.”
“Right.”
They smoked in silence for a while, sipping their coffee. They sat next to each other, wiping their chins with fast food paper napkins from the glove box.
