Chapter 16

“You remember how long it’s been since we first got together.” Surprise colored Bobby’s voice.

“I remember. I’m not old enough to be senile, yet.” How could I forget? It was that day that I went down a sinkhole so deep that I’ll never climb out.

“Why do you keep harping on your age, I don’t care how old you are. You’re Keith Anderson, not Keith number thirty-eight. I don’t fuck a number. I fuck you.” Bobby stood up in a huff.

“I’m fifteen years older than you are,” Keith said in a stubborn tone of voice.

“And I don’t give a shit…take me home.” Harping on the age thing makes Bobby angry, but it’s not something I can afford to forget. I remember what happened with Ricky.

Bobby was pissed, so Keith went home alone.

* * * *

Keith called in the morning, and both of them pretended the argument didn’t happen. Bobby was contrite, so he agreed to spend the night on Tuesday.