Two nights later.
Julian finished visiting Alexander and Stephen in prison, returned home alone to pack clothes—planned stay dorm with Victor a while.
Just finished packing, stood window—saw Evelyn Moore walking back. Stunned beat, pushed door shout. “Yo—Evelyn the dummy, you’re back?”
“Get lost,” Evelyn turned, crisp curse. “You dead gay.”
“Heh—off work early today?”
“Finished things—came back.” Evelyn saw Julian greet, no return room—instead walked over ask. “Your lover? Separated?”
“He back mom house.” Julian lazy explain—random bullshit.
“Back mom house? From observation—zero should be you, right?”
“You done?” Julian side-eye retort. “Little girl—how observe this crap.”
“Heh—you right. You two—just crap thing.”
“Vulgar!” Julian teased face red.
“Heh—no more play.” Evelyn str
