Chapter 12April 1995
The last thing I really wanted on any given afternoon when I was comfortably draped across Connie’s naked body listening to her read aloud was to be reminded that earlier in the week we had agreed to go for a drink with our friends. I swore loudly, my head falling back, before she nudged me perhaps a little too forcefully in the ribs.
“Alex, we promised.”
“Promises don’t mean shit.”
“It’s too late to back out now, we’re meeting them in half an hour.”
“Why the f**k didn’t you remember a little bit earlier then?” I grumbled, and was met with a shove.
“If you’re not ready by six I’m leaving without you.”
As it turned out, I was ready by six. Perched on the edge of her bed as she continued to sort through her wardrobe, holding up outfit after outfit in front of the
