Chapter 32

Darsey is about to scuttle away into the depths of the kitchen.

Cliff is direct and to the point, and tells him, “Darsey, stick around. I want you to hear this too.”

We congregate near the coffee table: I’m on one side, Cliff is on the other side, and Darsey takes its head, closest to the kitchen. It seems strange how we end up like this. But whatever. Beneath us is a small plate of half eaten brie and crackers, two seedless grapes, and someone’s disregarded screwdriver. To the right of this menagerie is what looks to be a balled-up receipt from someone’s pocket or purse, an empty box of Camels, and a flute with one last sip of champagne in its bottom. Cliff looks at me. I look at Darsey. Darsey looks at Cliff. Eventually Cliff says, “Let me get to why I’ve returned.”