BATHROOM

I can't imagine what is going through his head. He knows how sleazy Matt can be: 'How will she handle him? Has she handled him before?' He looks anxious; one can say worried even. He hands me the blunt and I take a long deep breath.

"Do you guys have an affair,... you know like the women he has set his paws and eyes on?"

"Does that ruffle your feathers?"

"A little."

"Arrange a meeting," I say abruptly after a short silence, "I want to be done with him and all the craziness as soon as possible."

It's like he read my mind, "Done, I will give him a call later."

"Good, can we not talk about anything to do with Matt or the family?"

"No problem."

We drown in our glasses. He refills them, and we take a shot in silence.

"Is the temperature okay?"

"Can you adjust it?"

"Yeah! Anything you want."

"Make it hot."

"Tell me to stop."