Chapter 41

38279 Category Street

Apartment J-02

“Aspirin, Francine. Give me all the aspirin you have,” I said, feeling my head pulse with pain, having a planet-shifting headache.

“All I have is oxycodone, which will knock you on your queer ass.”

“I’ll take anything you have,” I joked from her sofa, having no intention of using such a powerful drug for my throbbing skull. My feet were limp over one of her sofa’s arms and I was on my back with my eyes closed. My stomach made a horrible sound that resembled a foot being pulled out of thick mud. I felt numb and ill at the same time.

“Do you have a concussion from your tumble?” she inquired, filling her suitcase with a number of cotton blouses and short skirts. The suitcase was a bright red hue, open on her dining room table, perpendicular to me.

“I don’t believe so. I think I’ve just had too much to drink.” I opened my eyes, turned my head in her direction, and asked, “What are you packing?”

“Undies and things.”