Kids don’t hate you. they love you
[Text: Phantom]
They like me because I bribe them with ice cream.
[Text: Ophelia]
and carry me around like Tarzan apparently
[Text: Ophelia]
I’m only going to say this once…
[Text: Ophelia]
You were right.
[Text: Ophelia]
I’m glad you were there today.
[Text: Phantom]
I’m glad I was there too.
There was a pause. Her text bubble started, stopped, then started again.
[Text: Ophelia]
The zoo was such a hit, we’re doing the MET tomorrow
[Text: Ophelia]
You in?
Am I in…?
How far am I willing to let this go?
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I tucked my phone away and answered the door. I thought that maybe Princess locked herself out, so I was surprised when I saw a tall man with floppy, dark hair.
“Poe?”
I hadn’t seen him in—shit. Over a year, I guess. He used to be a regular at the club. Then, one day, he vanished and never came back. That happened, sometimes. Usually people find love, settle down, and decide they no longer need the club.
But here he was. Back on my doorstep.
And drunk. That was clear enough by his lopsided grin and the stagger in his step.
“I tried the code,” he said, then he frowned. “But I seem to have…forgotten it.”
“Club was Friday,” I told him. “Today’s Saturday.”
“Is it?” He sucked in air through his teeth. “Damn.”
“I’ll call you a cab.”
He swayed on the step. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, halting his backwards motion before he fell and broke his neck on the stone steps. “Why don’t you wait inside?”
