When Friday rolled around, Ryan showed up at my condo…with a black eye.
“What happened to you?”
“I had a fight with my roommate.”
Having met Andrew, and after witnessing his surly behavior a few days earlier, I wasn’t surprised he and Ryan had gotten into a brawl. I was surprised that Ryan seemed to have ended up on the losing side of the battle. He had a definite height advantage over Andrew. Surely he could have taken the guy in a fight. Then again, maybe little Andrew was scrappy and caught him off guard. Although I wasn’t much of a fighter myself, I knew one good sucker punch could lay out a guy.
“That’s a hell of a black eye,” I said, touching Ryan’s face. “What did you and your roommate fight about?”
“Everything,” he answered vaguely, moving away.
“Maybe it’s time for a new roo
