Chapter Eight
“You need to get laid, girl,” Muriel says. “How long has it been?”
She says the exact same thing to me every Friday after work. This time, I try to humor her with a truthful reply, but the truth is that I can’t even remember. “I honestly don’t know.” The last time I had s*x was with Leigh, that I do remember. First I was grieving. Then I had Rosie. It’s Rosie’s first birthday next week. So, I guess I could actually count the months—years—since that time Leigh came to pick up some of her stuff, but the prospect is too depressing.
“All jokes aside.” Muriel’s face goes all serious. “You need affection, honey.” To prove her point she puts her hand on my arm.
I stare at it as though she’s making a move on me. “Oh, hell no.” She doesn’t remove her hand, however, just squeezes a
