One thing I admired about Felicia was that she always got their names right. She never yelled Roger when she was with Randy, never Clark when she was with Kirk. I was shaking and had broken into a sweat, not out of excitement but of something else, a rage that was hard to describe, a sense of irony, of unfairness and yet, and yet, I was genuinely glad that Felicia was happy, at least for tonight. It made everything I’ve been going through worth it somehow.
I got up and made my way to my room, my alcohol-addled brain making it easy for me to fall asleep despite what was happening on the other side of the apartment.
I woke at noon the next day with a headache and with almost no recollection of what had happened the night before. It all came back to me when I reached into my pocket and pull
