“Thanks, Jimmy.”
“For what?”
“For coming over and cheering me up. That means a lot to me.”
“Hey, we’re friends, right?”
“Right.”
He took a step toward me, and I backed away. I knew he just wanted to hug me, but even for him, I couldn’t tolerate it.
“s**t. It really sucks being your friend, Small.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You gotta lighten up, man. I was teasing. You’re my best friend.”
“And you’re mine.”
We stared at each other for a minute, and then he said gruffly, “Okay, enough of this mushy stuff. Go on home. I’ll give you a call tomorrow after class.”
“Sounds like a plan.” And if I hadn’t heard from him by then…I had no classes myself. I’d come looking for him. “G’night, Jimmy.”
“‘Night, Ty.”
I left him getting into bed. We’d been friends for so long and were so familiar wi
