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“What?”

“I’m not as bitchy now that Devin and I are together. I used to constantly be running around, mad at the world, and now I couldn’t care less. I’m happy all the time, no matter what happens at work.”

“That’s awesome.”

“I love him,” I said.

“I know,” she said with a smile. “I can see it. In both of you.”

I reached for her hand. “Thank you.”

She gave me a confused look. “For what?”

“Doing everything you did,” I replied. “You set this up. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

“I wanted you to be happy. You’ve been so sad for so long. I couldn’t stand to see it any longer.”

“Well, thank you.”

She squeezed my hand. “You’re welcome.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Devin

Half-soaked from the evening’s sporadic rainstorms, I set my keys on the credenza and peered into the living room. “Be right back. I need to change.”

Herb looked up.

His face was long and sorrowful.

I paused. “What’s wrong, old man?”

“Change your clothes before you drip on my floor.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Not a goddamned thing wrong with me, dipshit,” he snapped back. “Change your clothes.”

The afternoon card game must have been canceled. Maybe Vinnie was sick. Something had the old man aggravated, that much was obvious. Instead of poking the bear, I sauntered to my room, changed clothes, and meandered into the kitchen.

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked.

“Already ate,” he muttered.

I walked to the edge of the living room and gave him a shitty look. “What do you mean?”

“I stuffed food into my mouth with a fork.”

I noticed he was staring at the television and that it was off. “Why?”

“Because I was hungry.”

“Is the TV broken?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Why are you staring at it?” I asked. “It’s off.”