“We need to talk.”
Sneaky stuck her foot through the open door to my apartment, so I couldn’t shut it on her. It was Saturday night, and I could hear the low roar of music and people coming from her bar next door. I shouldn’t have opened it, but since I hadn’t answered her calls or texts, I knew she’d end up here, eventually. If I didn’t talk to her, within the next day or so she’d have all of our friends in tow for an even bigger confrontation. So, I opened it all the way, and she breezed by me and sat on the couch in the living room.
There was a half empty bottle of Shiraz on the coffee table. Actually, there was an empty bottle on it too. Without asking I retrieved a wine glass from the kitchen and when I got to the sofa, I filled it and handed it to her.
“Serge showed up at the bar
