I’m wolfing down my second kabob before I realize how hungry I was.“Good stuff,” I say. “Thanks.”She grunts something like “You’re welcome” through a mouthful of koobideh. We’ve moved back to our respective corners, the gulf between us bigger than the coffee table could ever fit. I’m sipping grape juice. The tape is off my nose and the anesthetic is starting to wear off, but besides it being a little tender my nose feels fine.“Tabitha came back to the club after she dropped you off,” Vivian says. “About three hours after. She seemed happy. Bubbly even.” Vivian raises an eyebrow.“She’s a positive gal.”“I just wonder what she did in the time it took between dropping you off and her coming back. What do you think she did?”She’s trying to pass it off as cute and it’s just irritating. It’s none of her fucking business.“Couldn’t tell ya,” I say.“Really? And what were you doing?”“Called up some dead folk. We had a party. I was looking for Ellis.”She perks up.
