Chapter 20

I finally break down and read, “The love in front of you will lead you astray. Follow it with an open heart.”

He bursts out with laughter, claps his hand against his chest with an open palm, and asks, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I’m a die-hard romantic. Following this self-revelation, I fold the paper fortune in half and place it on the table to my right. A lie slips out of me with such carelessness, “Love is blasphemous. Who needs it, anyway?”

He agrees with me. “Humans are not meant to be monogamous. Fucking with strangers rules by far.”

I laugh it up with him, decide drinks are in order, and search for cans of beer in my Kenmore for us to share. 22: Darkroom