Chapter 9

“For necessities like toothpaste and soap, so we can clean up in some restroom instead of a shelter.”

Aware of how his friend felt about shelters, Mick didn’t argue. They were half a block from the convenience store when someone honked and a car pulled to the curb beside them.

A man got out, walking over to them. “Mick? Where the hell have you been? Why haven’t you called?”

“Friend of yours?” Shorty asked.

Mick looked at the man and shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“Mick. Damn it, it’s me. Richard,” the man said. “Don’t pretend you don’t know me.” He paused then asked, “Why are you dressed like that?”

“Who?” Mick asked, ignoring the question.

“You know who. Me. We’re…” Richard turned to Shorty with puzzled look.

“He doesn’t remember,” Shorty replied to his unspoken question, and then introduced himself before briefly explaining why.

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