Jassy
Benji stayed with me for a couple days, both of us sharing the small efficiency. It was cramped, but it was just like the old days. It was funny to think how much things had changed in just the last few months. We'd gone from being roommates and hookers, to working as bartenders and bookstore clerks.
A few days after she flew back to New Orleans, I got a call.
“Wally's World of War, this is Andrea speaking,” I droned into the receiver as I twirled an old pen with my fingers.
“Hello Jassy,” Claire McKesson's voice said from the other side.
“Fancy hearing from you,” I said with a sigh. “Didn't you just call a little while ago? Checking up on me to make sure I'm not out running around looking for Karl?”
Claire laughed. “No, I'm just calling to see if you wanna come home.”
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