Chapter Five
Spill the Tea
Neither Ham nor Harry is out of bed until noon. By the time they’ve dragged themselves to the kitchen to scrounge for food, Gretchen has already departed and left a note on the kitchen counter, explaining that she will be spending the day with Claude in Boston and staying at his apartment for the night.
Ham takes one look at the note and scoffs, “She just doesn’t want to face me after what happened last night.”
Harry picks up the note and reads it. Even though he literally just rolled out of bed, he’s hardly rumpled at all; there’s not a single wrinkle in his pajamas or a hair on his head out of place. He’s a “woke up like this” type of guy. Like Beyoncé.
“Why? What happened last night?”
Ham’s been waiting to tell this story. The words tumble out of his mou
