NICOLE
Mason opens the door to his apartment and I have to admit that he looks a little annoyed at seeing me. "What are you, Ma? I'm fine. You don't have to check up on me."
He starts toward the living room again. There's a whole mess before him. He's got empty cans of beer all over the coffee table, along with paper wrappers from burgers he ate. Plastic. Paper.
"What the f**k?" I can't help but say.
"Don't judge me," he says grumpily, putting a leg up on the couch. His eyes are on the TV. "I'm fine. I just need to feel myself live a little, alright? Haley was a clean freak. I could never do anything I wanted."
"And what you want is to...make a mess?"
"Sure. Why not?" he asks in a challenging tone.
I look around helplessly. "I've come to get a few things. I also wanted to see ho
