15: Radioactive
“You’re an idiot. You know that, don’t you?” Val had to raise her voice to be heard over the noise ofthe club’s patrons. Kit and the band were on break, and Val had a rare night off because a friend had needed a free afternoon. Kit was happy she’d gotten to come to the performance—she rarely saw him actually doing what he was best at—but he didn’t want another argument.
“I’ll tell him sometime,” he replied, popping a handful of peanuts into his mouth. “It’s not as big a deal as you’re making out.”
“Kit, this is your life—your real life. That damn restaurant is just to make enough money for you to do this on the weekends. Everybody who knows you knows that. Your music and your son. And you’re only sharing one of those with your boyfriend.”
“It’s not that bad. He knows I like rock music.”