“You weren’t gonna die.”
“You don’t know. You wouldn’t know, not until you got home from wherever whenever.”
“Hey, yo.” Casey was petting Rufus with one hand and Mortimer with the other. “We talked all the time, Slick.”
“We texted. Hey. How’s stuff? Good.”
“Yeah. I asked and you lied. Did you tell me you were sick?”
I had to admit I didn’t.
“Had I known, I’d have been here. They have Hazmat suits at the lab. I’d have put one on and wiped your nose.”
“You would have?”
“You don’t believe me?”
I thought way back to the first time Casey asked me that. “Because we’re still best friends, even if the benefits are fewer and further between?”
Casey scowled.
“Sorry. I don’t want to be possessive. I really don’t. Sometimes, I just miss…love. What’s worse, sometimes, I’m not even sure I kno
