A whine, perhaps. The girls were tired, and grumpy, and cross with one another. None of them seemed especially curious about why I’d gone. They were too busy complaining about the others.Luka came by first, around noon on Monday. All three had texted individually, saying we should get together. I replied vaguely, as I always did, waiting for the others to make plans. It wasn’t that I didn’t have ideas, but the other voices were so loud, I’d long ago stopped bothering to make any suggestions. Now Luka was at my door, knocking insistently.“Don’t you have class?” I asked. Since I’d received a full credit for the mythology seminar debacle, I had no class on Mondays, but I knew that Luka and Jenny did.“Fuck class,” she said, sweeping in. “Christ. I forgot how small your little house is.”“Yes, when the terrace door is closed, it is quite cozy.”“Let’s go to lunch. I feel like that Argentinean place, the one with the good steak.”“All right. Can you wait a minute?”“Sure.”I opened the door to my room, where Marcello was still sleeping.
