“Thanks.” Spence is back from his road trip. We’re sitting on the deck behind our townhouse. He’s drinking beer. I’m drinking water, viciously wishing it was something harder. “I found a pink sock in my room. Anything you wanna tell me?” “Yeah. Someone stayed for a few days.” Ariel’d gone back to her apartment. Ben picked her up a while ago. I didn’t say goodbye, but watched from the window. “A girl stayed in my room?” Spence raises his eyebrows. “Don’t worry, she didn’t touch your shit. She’s a…friend.” I shrug. He snorts. “You don’t have friends who are girls.” “I know.” I take a sip of water. It’s horribly inadequate. “Ash called me today,” Spence says. “And? You going somewhere with that or you just like saying her name hoping one day she’ll appear like a magic genie and fuck you?”
