Get real,Ned thinks, staring at his shoes and Bobby’s
keeping stride with them.
You want true love? Sing about calling up the
guy back home you’ve been dating forever and having another dude
answer the phone. Sing about stumbling upon your boyfriend’s weblog
and finding links to amateur porn sites where he’s posted pictures
of himself fucking someone else. Sing about confronting him only to
be cussed out for snooping. Sing about sitting in an empty dorm
room on Christmas Eve, eating ice cream by the gallon and trying
not to cry because men suck and life’s so damn unfair. Sing about
that in your Christmas carol. That’s my grown-up Christmas
wish.
At the end of the aisle Ned turns, hoping to
shake Bobby. But a hand on his arm stops him. “It’s really too cold
to wait for the bus.” Bobby watches Ned with those blue blue eyes,
waiting. When Ned doesn’t respond, he tries a different tactic.
“You have a car, right?”
Ned shakes off Bobby’s hand. So that’s