VIVIAN
“Well,” Wally said, clapping his hands together.
“This is it. What do you think?”
Jesse and I stepped into the apartment. It had two bedrooms with a shared bathroom at the end of the hall and a cozy living room that opened into the small kitchen. Video game and movie posters decorated the walls. The furniture was all mismatched, likely purchased over time from different places —garage sales, picked up off the side of the curb— but that’s what gave Wally’s apartment so much charm. A definite bachelor pad, but there was a spark of pride in his eyes.
I recognized it, that look. I’d felt the same about my own apartment. It was his, something he could have all to himself. And, of course, his roommate with whom he split the rent.
“It’s lovely,” I said. I nudged Jesse in the ribs with
