About half an hour into the party, Jack had asked him to get some drinks from the big fridge in the basement. So he had gone downstairs. And then, just as he had been about to leave the room with the fridge and the big freezer, there had been Liz. She had been standing in the doorway in that red,
Then, even though she must have had a sufficiently good view from where she was standing, she had come down the stairs two more steps as if to have a closer look. After another moment of glaring at them, she had dismissively shaken her head and said something like, ‘Wow. So, that’s what you want, h
He had also gone to the dorm again two days later, but again, she had either really not been home or pretended not to be. Sitting in his car now, Joe released a long breath. The more he thought about all this, the more he realized that the enlightening breakfast talk with Sarah had opened up an ent
She had been surprised when he had called her out of the blue and asked her out. It had been either that or killing his Dad or Sarah (or taking the next plane to London and making a fool of himself)… Seeing Liz again had felt good and comforting. Maybe because she had been the only person around hi
When Joe got back to the house, Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through some advertisements that had come in the mail. She looked up as he walked in from the hallway, the bag from the electronics store and his sweater in one hand and the glass dish in the other. First she squinted
Sarah swallowed. She pointed her finger at him with a warning look. “I do not want to hear that,” she croaked. “I mean, what you do – the sex part… It’s like imagining my Teddy bear in bed with Barbie. Just sick!” “Yeah, that’s very sick!” he agreed, really laughing now. When he saw her furious fa
“I know. And that’s fine. Hits us all sometimes, I guess. But maybe you could keep it under control a little better? I did with Andy…” “You were jealous of Andy?” “Maybe not jealous, just – I don’t know. It kind of annoyed me when he moved in. But I didn’t let it out…” “Maybe you shouldn’t have,”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “You were with D?” Her tone reflected utter disbelief. A stubborn look on his face, Joe shrugged. Sarah hit her forehead with her flat hand. “How the hell did that happen?” From the way it sounded, it was clearly an accusation and not a question. Instead of an answer, Joe j