“Nick,” someone says impatiently, calling my name. I open my eyes and see Jack. “Get out of my bed, Jack,” I say, and stuff my face into my pillow, drawing it under my head and plumping it. “Nick,” she says, a little more impatiently. She shoves my shoulder. “Get up!” I open my eyes. “Why?” She has her clothes on and her eyes are clear. She’s not drunk. “It’s Carrie,” she says. My eyes fly open. “What about Carrie?” She gets up and opens my drawers, passing me a shirt and pants. “Get dressed,” she says. “It’s her mom.” I start to pull my pants on. “What’s wrong with her?” “My aunt works at the hospital, and she was there when they brought her in, but she couldn’t give me any more information. Carrie’s all by herself, except for some strange men no one knows.” She shoves me again. “Go,” she says, and she points toward the door. I jam my feet into my sneakers. I walk by Jack and stop quickly to kiss her on the forehead. She scrunches up her face and pushes me away.
