Chapter 82

Sean cleared his throat. “Well…that was all I wanted to say.” He backed toward the door. “We’ll be here another few days, and then we have to get back. Jobs, and such. The real world, you know?”

I followed him to the door. “I appreciate your candor. You don’t have to worry about me. I never poach someone else’s stuff.” No matter how badly I might want to, despite my misgivings. “Beebub wanted tobe gone long before he left here. He seems to have found his comfort zone elsewhere. The days of Beebub and me hanging out and painting the town in rainbow colors are long gone. He has you, now, and I wish youluck.”

I locked the door in this face, turning the sign to “Closed.”

As I drove home later that night, I thought about Sean and the way his heart would break should Beebub move on to…anyone, really. Did my childhood friend even realize what was at stake? Was it any of my business to interfere?

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