Chapter Eleven
Holt
Sitting here chatting with Joey has been more fun than I thought it would be. I’ve learned that she’s twenty-two and studied business for two years at a community college back home. And she’s a really good listener, but she hasn’t opened up much.
“So what’s your story? Tell me more. There’s a shitty ex-boyfriend, but what else? What about your family?”
They can’t possibly be as messed up as mine, and I’m about to make a joke to that effect, when Joey looks down, looking a bit uncomfortable.
“Joey?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Sorry. I’m not used to talking about it. But both of my parents are dead.”
Shit. “I’m sorry,” I stammer. She’s basically an orphan. “Brothers or sisters?”
She shakes her head. “I wish. I was an only-child.”
I touch her shoulder and give
