Or rather, who he used to be to Larry.
“This is about Geo, isn’t it?” he asked.
She didn’t respond, but he could sense her fuming through the phone and knew he was right.
Larry sighed. “I haven’t seen him in years and you know it. Shit, I’ll barely get to see him at the show. Our seats are so far from the stage, he sure as hell won’t see me—”
“Crys says you’re getting passes to go backstage.”
So much for trying to keep mum about that.“Did she also tell you no one’s allowed backstage at his shows?” Larry asked.
Again, silence. Which meant no.
“Look, we heard his song in the car,” Larry explained, wondering why he even felt he had to bother. He wasn’t married to this woman anymore; why did he care what she thought of him? But there’s Crystal to think of,he reminded himself. I have to keep the peace, for her sake.“I mentioned I used to know him—”
“Used to fuckhim,” Jen spat.