Chapter 7
Monroe and Paul went back to San Francisco. Ma and Dad and I drive back to their house. Chompers peed upon arrival. Chompers was our lone constant.
Dave called. I was hoping Dave would call. I was dreading it as well. I knew I could’ve asked him out now that Bing was presumably nowhere in the picture, but how do you start a relationship knowing that you’ve picked the second runner-up? Then there was the fact that Dave lived in Ono and I lived in San Francisco. In other words, apart from the s*x, Dave and I were doomed from the start.
“Everything going okay?” he asked. He sounded chipper. He sounded like he was faking chipper. I studied acting, after all, and so I knew acting when I heard it.
“I found Bing,” I told him, not wanting to beat around the bush.
“Oh,” he coughed ou
