“Yes, Reddy. All coincidence. All true. All a…lucky break?”
“Sure, Waz.”
“Reddy,” Waz got up, too. “I swear. How can I prove it’s not a setup?”
I took Waz’s hand.
“Ow.”
“Sorry. Come here.” I led him toward the bathroom, “Stand there,” and put him at the mirror.
“And look at myself.”
“Don’t fall in love.” I turned the shower on full blast, really hot. “And don’t break it.”
“We’re gonna shower together?”
“Turn around.” I went back to the mirror and waited for it to steam up. “Do you swear on our special sign that the trumpet player dropping out was real and not a setup?” I made a Y, “Yes,” and then an N, “or no?”
“You probably could have found a pen and paper.”
“Answer me.”
“It was real, Reddy.” He circled the Y in the steam with his finger. “Yes. I swear.”
I believed him. “Okay
