Chapter 14
drunken living – dreamy death
circles round at morning light
We’d just polished off another small bottle of artisanal rice wine, a milky, mellow treat, when Jericha’s other roommate came home.
“Reno, my man, how’s it hanging?” Jesse held out a palm and Reno slapped it, followed by a complex sequence of fist bumps and shakes. Sometimes, guys reminded me of peacocks.
“Better now,” Reno said, grinning as he held up a small green cylinder.
Jesse sat forward, rubbing his hands together, and Jericha cleared her throat loudly.
“Hey, Reno, you haven’t met my friend Nikta. Nikta, this is my roommate Reno.”
“Nice to meet you,” Reno said, giving me a genuine smile. “Jericha talks about you a lot.”
“Thanks, same. Good news?” I asked, nodding at the mail tube.
“You could say that.”
