Tag: that’s my kink right there

jsteneil:

“Hey,”
Kevin says as soon as Neil picks up, “are you home this weekend?”

Neil
glances at the calendar tacked to the kitchen wall. The two cases are colored
gray but empty.

“Sure,” he
says. “Why?”

There’s
shuffling on the other side of the phone. Kevin sounds distracted, his
inability to concentrate on two things at once evident. “We were driving to
Thea’s parents’,” he says, “but her father’s in the hospital.”

The
coffeemaker beeps when it’s done, and Neil pours himself a mug. He’ll need it,
if he wants to follow Kevin’s complicated conclusions.

“Okay?”

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