Chapter 45

You want true love? Sing about calling up the guy back home you’ve been dating forever and having another dude answer the phone. Sing about stumbling upon your boyfriend’s weblog and finding links to amateur porn sites where he’s posted pictures of himself fucking someone else. Sing about confronting him only to be cussed out for snooping. Sing about sitting in an empty dorm room on Christmas Eve, eating ice cream by the gallon and trying not to cry because men suck and life’s so damn unfair. Sing about that in your Christmas carol. That’s my grown-up Christmas wish.

At the end of the aisle Ned turns, hoping to shake Bobby. But a hand on his arm stops him. “It’s really too cold to wait for the bus.” Bobby watches Ned with those blue blue eyes, waiting. When Ned doesn’t respond, he tries a different tactic. “You have a car, right?”

Ned shakes off Bobby’s hand. So that’s why the guy’s talking to him. Of course. “You want a ride.”