Still another bowl. We
talk about our gay siblings.
Trey perks up at that.
Apparently he wasn’t
privy to Robyn’s more
personal information,
and gay relatives are
always interesting to
those who don’t happen
to have any of them.
Another toke. Trey sits
between Robyn and me. His
knee rests against mine.
The warmth of it fights
the crystal’s chills, and
turns me on completely.
My face flares a deep,
noticeable crimson.
Robyn flashes a tweaker’s
smile, one that says, Don’t
fuck with me, or I’ll pay
you back good. In fact,
I’ll pay you back first.
But what comes out of
her mouth is, So, tell
me all about your baby.
I Purposely
Haven’t mentioned Hunter.
I mean, it’s not like the first
thing you do when you meet