I chuckled, though it was a little watery. “Bastard.”
He laughed. “Nope. My parents were married.”
Sobering, I said, “Thanks, Elias, for listening. It…you…helped.”
“I’ll be here whenever you need me. That’s a promise.”
* * * *
The night before the photo shoot at the studio, I worked late. Florina and I had been on the afternoon shift and the lines had been long. The customers had varied between friendly and “get a security guard to escort them out the door.” Maybe it was the warm weather or something in their sippy cups, but it hadtaken all the patience I could muster not to snap at these people.
It was after ten before Florina and I called it a night. She invited me to a party later that evening, but I was too tired to do anything but crash in my own bed. I kissed her cheek before she left and focused on getting my stuff out of the locker.