“Okay, this cranky bear s**t has got to stop,” Marco said as he slammed our dinner on the counter.
I had heard similar complaints from my coworkers at the shop, who’d said I was taking surly to a whole new level. I bared my teeth and told them to f**k off. They pointed to my response as proof.
I took the frozen pizza from Marco and removed the plastic, shoving it into the oven that had been warming up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, not bothering to reprimand him for swearing. I just didn’t have it in me, right then.
“Please. You miss Wayne, so why don’t you go see him? I can give you the address of his new apartment.” Marco took a bag of salad out of the refrigerator and emptied it into a bowl.
“Why do you think this is about Wayne? I fulfilled my end of the barg
