Once Ben leaves town, Zoe hunts me down. She shows up at the apartment shortly after ten in the evening. She has alcohol on her breath and fire in her eyes, evidently scorned by my s****l addiction to her bald boyfriend and my betrayal. She looks like she has been through hell and back: sunken-blue eyes, tangled hair, runny mascara, and pallid skin. Zombie comes to mind, but I don’t want to share this with her, since she’s already pissed at me.
I shouldn’t let her into the apartment, but Ben provided her with a key moons ago, and she can find her way inside anyway. I meet her in the tiny foyer area and ask to take her faux fur coat in a polite manner.
She spouts, “You took my man, and now you want to take my coat?”
“I didn’t take Ben from you. He still loves you.”
“Only if he has your
