"What are you doing?" She asked, confused by the affection he was showing.
"I'm curious," he said, his nose stuck in the middle of her scalp. "Is that why you asked Cam to get you some chicken?"
Cam? She scrunched her face, as her thoughts spiraled.
She couldn't remember asking Cam to get her anything. Once more, she discreetly sniffed into the air, but couldn't perceive even the faintest hint of alcohol. He obviously wasn't drunk. Just sleep deprived.
"What are you talking about?" She asked in a cautious tone.
"Don't pretend, Fay. I saw Marilyn holding the chicken and ice cream you asked Cam to buy. He used his money too. Why didn't you just ask me if that's what you were craving? Why did you send me some through Alice? Were you trying to communicate something to me, Fay? I don't understand anything, anymore," he said, playing with the small of her back..
