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Soon enough, we were on our way over to Irvington, to investigate another happy face sighting, one from a woman named Dina Dunn.
“He was into you.” Carmen had a keen sense of the obvious. “Even if you’re both bad at flirting.”
“You’ve never seen my game,” I huffed.
“Yeah, I have.” She relented, signaled, and then changed lanes, as we headed down 9A in light midday traffic. “Last October at the walkathon. It’s okay, I guess.”
“Maybe Adam and I can take a college course in it.”
“You should date more…date again. It’s been a while.”
“I should date more. I should eat more. Is there anything else I should do more, Carmen?”
“I’m guessing sex,” she said without a beat. “What’s it been? Six months? More than that?”
I had no desire to count back for an accurate number.
“Get some takeout from Summer Storm’s, go back to Adam’s dorm room, and kill three birds with one stone. A little food, a little family, a lot of fu—”