“I have a confession to make,” I said. “Ben and I hate each other.”
Adele’s eyebrows rose. “Wow. For someone who’s
so popular lately, you got a bucket list of hate goin’ on.
Lila, Richard, Sherry... Did I leave anybody out?”
“Montrose,” I said.
“No, you like him, remember?”
“Montrose,” I said.
“No, you like him, remember?”
I moved away from Montrose to Ben. “We met in
college. I was a freshman and he was a TA.”
“Sounds boring, like the board game Candy Land.”
“We didn’t get along,” I said, covering up the truth. I poisoned him. Not intentionally, of course, but, nonetheless, he had to have his stomach pumped after he consumed an entire jar of 357 Silver Edition Mad Dog. At the time, the salsa topped the charts of hotness. He found it in my fridge and claimed it was delicious. He couldn’t stop eating it. Too much of a good thing, I suppose. Whatever attraction we had for each other died that night in the emergency room. We hadn’t spoken since.
“Maybe you should take me home,” I said. “Do this on your own.”
“We didn’t get along,” I said, covering up the truth. I poisoned him. Not intentionally, of course, but, nonetheless, he had to have his stomach pumped after he consumed an entire jar of 357 Silver Edition Mad Dog. At the time, the salsa topped the charts of hotness. He found it in my fridge and claimed it was delicious. He couldn’t stop eating it. Too much of a good thing, I suppose. Whatever attraction we had for each other died that night in the emergency room. We hadn’t spoken since.
“Maybe you should take me home,” I said. “Do this on your own.”
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