“Blah.”
August set his mug on top of the refrigerator, then reached past the cuff of Memo’s suit jacket to check his pulse.
“Good?”
“What did the Mexican firefighter name his two sons?”
Memo smiled. “What?”
“Jose and Hose B.”
Humor was supposedly a good coping skill for withdrawal. Any kind of distraction that helps should be used both Chelsea and the internet said. Memo and August preferred bad jokes, relaxing soaks in the tub, and s*x. Every day, the world wide web supplied another firefighter joke.
“My favorite so far.”
“Good.” August kissed the top of Memo’s head. “Your pulse is a little quick, but that’s understandable, I think, considering this morning’s appointment. So, I had an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“Instead of just writing things on the calendar ahead of time, what if we
