Chapter 61

I jumped. I was sitting in my kitchen in nothing but a bath-towel, drowning my sorrows in a bucket of German-sounding ice-cream. If Arthur had come to finish the job on me, I supposed this was a better way to go than in a barrel of whiskey, but only by a pinch.

“Who is it?” I shouted at the door.

There was no answer. I rolled my eyes and hopped up. I walked to the door and peeked through the peephole. “Figures,” I exhaled, then cracked the door open. “Fuckwad,” I said.

Jeff frowned. “I deserve that.”

“You know that I know?”

He nodded. “Chad called me. I rushed over. I need to explain.”

“I’m naked and have company.”

“Does your company have an umlaut hanging over him?”

I exhaled. “You know me too well, Jeff. Sadly, I don’t know you at all. I mean, I thought I did, but…”

“You do, Barry. You do. Please, please just let me explain.” He added the cherry to the souring ice cream in my belly. “I love you.”