Excitedly, I burst into Barry’s apartment.
“You’ll never believe it, I got a job!” I called. When I didn’t get a response, I walked down the hallway and peeked into his bedroom. He wasn’t there. I thought that odd, considering the apartment door wasn’t locked. He had to be around here somewhere. Then I noticed the spare room door cracked open a couple inches. In the week I’d spent here, it had always been tightly closed. Then I caught some movement in the room beyond, so I pushed the door open and excitedly repeated myself.
“You’ll never believe it, I got a job!”
Barry was sitting in the middle of the room, which was packed with boxes and furniture that hadn’t been there back when Justin and I used to sleep over in this room when we were younger. He looked a bit worse for wear, his eyes
