JESSE
I may or may not have camped out on the couch watching
Jeopardy all day in lieu of work. I didn’t even like the show, probably because I was terrible at trivia games. I watched regardless because it reminded me of her. It never ceased to amaze me what weird and obscure facts she could pull out the top of her head. Watching made it feel like she was still here.
I must have dozed off at some point because I awoke with a start at the sound of the elevator door sliding open. At first, I thought it was an intruder. Instead, it was Wally.
I sprang out of my seat. “Wally? What are you— I mean, I’m glad to see you. I need to talk to you about—”
Wally brushed right past me, headed toward his room. “I have nothing to say to you.”
I followed, determined to get him to listen. “That’s fine.
