“I say shut up. Our relationship…”
Casey got up.
“Our relationship,” I followed him to the bathroom, “mine and Johnny’s, it’s been growing in our souls for decades.” The door shut in my face. I kept talking anyway. “He said that, and I believe it.”
“Where is he now?” Casey asked when he came out.
“None of your business.” I motioned for Ludwig.
“Well…” Casey was still a little tipsy. He spun in a circle—staggered and spun. Ludwig prancing around and in between his legs didn’t help. Casey lost his balance. “s**t! What’d you think of my present?”
“Your present?”
“Oh. I guess I’m the forgotten one.” He needed the window frame to hold himself up. “Now that you’re planning happily ever after with someone else.”
“Oh. Your card.” I had no idea where it was. “I left it in the car. I’ll go g
