I can't imagine what is going through his head. He knows how sleazy Matt can be: 'How will she handle him? Has she handled him before?' He looks anxious; one can say worried even. He hands me the blunt and I take a long deep breath.
"Do you guys have an affair,... you know like the women he has set his paws and eyes on?"
"Does that ruffle your feathers?"
"A little."
"Arrange a meeting," I say abruptly after a short silence, "I want to be done with him and all the craziness as soon as possible."
It's like he read my mind, "Done, I will give him a call later."
"Good, can we not talk about anything to do with Matt or the family?"
"No problem."
We drown in our glasses. He refills them, and we take a shot in silence.
"Is the temperature okay?"
"Can you adjust it?"
"Yeah! Anything you want."
"Make it hot."
"Tell me to stop."
