32.5
I’m sitting in the living room, staring at the paused video game screen for a while, sipping my second dose of whiskey, which seems to be the only way to calm the beast inside me today, when Kyle and Raffi join me.
I haven’t seen Brooke for the rest of the day. I’m not sure which one of us is avoiding the other, but I plan to give her all the space she needs.
“Are you going to play or just sulk in the corner?” Martinez asks, making me roll my eyes.
“I’m not sulking.”
“Then tell that to your face,” he retorts.
“In case you missed it, brother, I’m drinking. You can’t do both at the same time.”
“There’s controversy there,” he says, sitting down and grabbing one of the controllers from the coffee table.
“Brooke said she has work stuff to handle because of the final piece next week, so she’s not coming down,” Kyle comments.
“It’s funny how things have changed recently, even though the only change is that Brooke lives here now,” Raffi says, not taking his eyes off the screen as he sets up the game.
“That’s not the only change,” I add.
“Seth is right. We’re all drawn to her, like planets orbiting the sun. Even the dogs haven’t escaped it,” Kyle says, indicating the floor where the three pets used to be sleeping but are now missing, meaning they’re in her room.
“Everyone except the youngest, right?” Raffi teases.
“I’d never touch her,” I admit, standing up and finishing my drink in one gulp.
“Why not?” Kyle asks.
“Don’t like her?” Raffi inquires at the same time.
“Because I love her,” I confess, leaving the room and closing the door.
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