“Have you heard from Addy since we’ve been here?” Richie asked.
“Seen him. Few words, though. Just a good luck wish,” Ben told him. “You?”
“Same.” Richie licked his fingers. It was definitely the Cheez-Its.
* * * *
An “all is well” from Adam had come rather quickly after his most recent and lengthiest disappearance to date, but further communication was sparse for many months. Finally, around a year or so into his self-imposed exile, Adam hit Ben up, using his one phone call as an SOS after a DUI.
“I’m a total fuckup, how’s what.”