Tag: how-hard-did-you-hit-your-head, jealousy

Are you busy?” I ask.”I’m working on a paper. Recall? The phone conversation we had fifteen minutes ago?”I glance up at a clock in the hall, and then back at his smart-ass mouth.”It was twenty minutes ago.””I need coffee,” he says, and why is he being such an adorable dick, still smiling at me like that? “Want to walk up to Dunkin’ Donuts?””What about Millie?” I say.”What about her?””Does she want any?””Should we call her and ask?””Isn’t she upstairs?””How hard did you hit your head last night?