Natalie stomps about her house. She throws beer bottles away. She jerks the pizza box closed. She washes two plates. She flips open her phone and hits speeddial, better judgement long since fled. She doesn't wait for a hello - as soon as there's an answer she says, "I'm kind of drunk and I'm going to spend the evening sulking and maybe crying if I don't have some company. What are you doing?" The answer comes as, "Yeah," and then trails off into silence as Bahir wisely does not try to speak over... read more
