BLAZE WILLIAMS
We were members of the Luci House Club, so I drove Jason to our usual rooftop venue, where we could enjoy some privacy in the lounge area.
“How’s work?” Jason asked as he unclipped his seatbelt.
He tossed his bag onto his lap and pulled out a replacement shirt. He wasn’t even on duty, so I couldn’t understand why he needed to change the one he already had on.
“Good,” I replied, my eyes trailing the fresh, neatly folded lime-colored shirt.
“A patient vomited blood all over my stomach,” Jason said, answering the question I hadn’t even asked yet.
He changed in the passenger seat of my car, adjusting the collar of his shirt and giving his reflection a glance in the rearview mirror.
“It’s just a few days to the new year. Your dad mentioned your plan to run a headline this
