Cassandra rolled her eyes, jangling her car keys. I reached out and took her hand, which stiffened, an angry talon. “Could you just listen? I feel really bad about what we did. You honestly think there’s no connection between what we did and what David did? When he did it?”
“I can’t believe you’re making it about that.”
“So tell me, how isn’t about that? I can’t be a little bit off because someone we know just killed himself?”
“C’mon, that freak was going to off himself one way or another. Don’t people like that just get AIDS and die anyway?”
My God, could she hear herself? This wasn’t just an argument; it was a rift. We looked up to see a parking lot of people staring.
“Ok, ok,” she agreed, “That was a little harsh. But seriously, he made a choice to kill himself. Nobody makes you do
