“We can adopt,” he said.“Or, heck.We can see if these guys are still kicking.”
He honked his shorts and then made a serious face.
“What?”I asked.
“Making sure everything’s still attached,” he said.
“Alright, fine.No crotch-grabbing and no creepiness.I’ll introduce you two and if you hit it off, you hit it off.But you’ll have to tell her at some point.”
“I was going to,” he said, voice waspish.
We walked down another corridor or two.Now that I was here, I had my bearings about me again.I led us to Tamara’s apartment, then knocked twice.
Silence.Nobody answered.I started getting nervous.
“What if she’s not home?”he asked.
“Shut up,” I said.“There’s a key under the mat.”
I removed it and then unlocked the door.The handle slid open easily.There weren’t any lights on here, either.
“Tamara,” I called out.“Are you here?Are you okay?”
“Stacey?”I heard.“Watch out!”
She rushed Joey from the shadows.He screamed.She screamed.I screamed.
“He’s good,” I said.“He’s not one of them.”
“He’s missing a finger!”
“I knocked it off with a frying pan earlier,” I said.
Tamara looked at Joey with suspicion and then switched her cellphone flashlight on at us.
“Say something,” she said to him.
“Something,” he said.
Her face flickered.
“Oh, hey, I know you,” Tamara said.
“Yeah.Joey from the mailbox.”
“Yeah.”Tamara cut a glance at me and back at him.“You know him?”
“Bumped into him in the stairwell,” I said.“Are you okay?”
“I was just fine until you came in and unlocked my door.Get your asses inside and let me make you some coffee or something.”
She slammed the door and locked it behind us, then motioned to Joey.The two of them hauled a heavy dresser in front of the door.
“You got anything a little cooler than coffee?”Joey asked.
“You get what you get,” she said.She slammed a knife down in the kitchen and started messing around with the coffee maker.“Stacey, I’m pissed off at you.”
“What?Me?”
