LEXIE
NEXT DAY
"You're quiet this morning," Chaos said, pulling the truck out onto the main street.
"I'm processing emotional revelations about jukeboxes," I said. "Give me a minute."
"Fair enough."
We drove in easy quiet for a bit, the town waking up slowly around us, and I found myself glancing at him more than usual, still thinking about what I'd seen the night before. "You sleep okay?" I asked.
"Fine," he said. "You?"
"Fine," I said, which wasn't entirely true, since I'd spent longer than I meant to lying awake thinking about Daniel Maddox and Friday watches and songs that found their way in occasionally, but it felt like the right size answer for a Tuesday morning drive to work.
He dropped me outside the drug store, same as always, waiting until I was through the door before p
