“Everyone is flawed, Memo. See what I did there?”
“Remember the bathroom at Coco Loco?”
All too well. “Yeah?”
“That whole trip?”
“Yeah?”
“I was a little high then. Fun high, I thought. But maybe a little scary, too.”
“Honestly?”
“Yes, August.”
“I was terrified.”
“I’m sorry.” Memo’s voice was shaky.
“I am, too. For not…”
“None of it was you.” The elastic around Memo’s sleeve was literally dripping when he grabbed hold of August’s bare hands. “None of the bad. Just the good stuff. That was you. Every day that ends in Y and has a number.”
“Sometimes, I think if I’d have figured out the Gavin Franks thing sooner…Or…” This part was hard to say. “If we had never met,” but it had been playing on August’s mind, “you wouldn’t have been scoping out old calendars, which means you wouldn’t
