Chapter 15

“You’re good at that, too,” I say, after my breathing slows back toward normal.

He smiles. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“Yeah? Well, any time you wanna do it again…it’s cool.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

After a brief reprise, we’re back on the road. George opens a sleeve of crackers and begins to dip them in the peanut butter. He eats one, passes one to me, then eats another.

“So what did happen with your Christmas?” I ask. “Why didn’t you go home?”

He sighs. Eats the cracker he had started to pass to me.

“I mean, if you want to talk about it,” I say. “You don’t have to.”

“Naw, it’s alright. I mean, it’s not awesome, but it’ll be alright.”

“What happened?”

Big breath. “You remember that guy Forrester?”

“The blow job guy?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “I like that that’s his claim to fame.”

“It is how he came up…”

“I know. It’s just kinda funny. ‘Cause at Thanksgiving, he wasn’t my blow job guy, and it kinda pissed him off.”