Things Keep Moving

“Holy shit! Well, don’t just stand there in the doorway, come on in. Try to ignore the mess. Let me take your coat. Shit. How’ve you been?

“Good. Busy. You?”

“Pretty much the same. You want something to drink. Beer?”

“A coffee maybe, if it’s made, if not, I’m fine.”

“Just give a a second.”

“How long has it been?”

“A few years. Two? Three? When was Andy’s wedding?”

“Was that the last time?”

“I guess it was.”

“More like five then. Jesus. Say, how’s Kate?”

“She’s good. Married now, kid on the way, I think.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“It’s alright.”


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