“I don’t know. Is that a rash?”
“More like warts. I thought you’d be the person to ask.” Carson grimaced slightly, realizing how awful the words sounded. Where did his brain go? Had it just deserted him to this impossible task? Hoping to salvage the situation, he added lamely, “Since you’re a pharmacist.”
Somehow, Edwin managed to keep a straight face. “I guess it would help if I knew all the symptoms.”
“There are myriad symptoms,” Carson said with misery that was mostly genuine. “But I think the most troubling is the sudden and unexplained disappearances. I mean, one minute, I’m having a good time with a guy I like, and the next minute, I’m running away for no reason.” With strangely aching balls, but Carson decided he’d keep that part to himself.
“I’m not sure I have anything for that,” Edwin said, his voice light but his eyes somber