He staresat me for just a moment, his face still red and his chest heaving, before he walks out of the room, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
Please explain why you pushed him like that, Alana,Veronica asks, her tone patronizing.You didn’t have to be that…
Harsh? Yes, I did. I know what I’m doing,I tell her.
She sighs.I really hope you do, Alana. For all of our sake.
I don’t say anything back. Instead, I look out the window and eat my warm soup.
As I eat, I realize he probably won’t be back in here for some time. Then it also hits me that he never took my laundry.
Fuck.