I was going to that diner tomorrow night.
Randy froze with his burger in the air to look at me. “Are you saying you’re going to give all this up?”
“Maybe, if I had good enough reason to.”
“Leaving Aleida is a good enough reason, trust me. She’s a bitch.” He took a bite of his burger. The rest of the night, I sat with him and watched TV, drank beer, and smoked weed. Later, Mick and Tommy picked him up while heading to a party.
“You coming?” Mick shouted to me from his car.
“I’m tired. I’ll see you guys later!” I shut the door and started shutting off the lights in the house.
I stripped off my clothes and put my wallet and tarot deck on my nightstand. I climbed into my bed and ran through the conversation I’d had with the delivery girl. I’d bring my deck tomorrow and order some cheese fries and a beer. But… what was I going to say?
