13 Chapter 13

“Another movie or you want to turn in?” I ask. I am secretly hoping she will agree to another one. Not that there is necessarily anything I’m all that interested in watching, but another movie increases the chances of us falling asleep on the couch together, and that I am definitely interested in.

“Nah,” she says. “My eyes are bleary.”

I sigh and watch as Mari pulls out her phone. Bleary eyes, huh?

“You got Bluetooth on this thing?” She motions to the television and soundbar set.

“I think so,” I say. “What do you have in mind?”

“Nothing.” She’s doing her best not to look in my direction, studying the floor instead. “Just a little music from our high school days.”

“Marianne Hoffman, did you make me a mix tape?”

“Maybe.”

And after a few minutes of fiddling with modern technology, a crescendo of guitars and rock organ erupts from the soundbar across the room.