Jolene:
You think?
Adam:
Oh yeah.
Jolene:
G2G but have fun Xboxing.
Adam:
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Jolene:
Technically you’ll see me today.
Adam:
Even better. Night, Jolene.
Jolene:
Night, Adam.
EIGHTH WEEKEND
January 1–3
Jolene
When he knocked, I called for Adam to come in.
“You should check who’s at the door before you invite them in. I could have been a serial killer.”
“A serial killer who knocks? That’s behavior we should encourage, don’t you think?”
Adam joined me on my couch, and I made room for him by drawing my knees up. “I’m pretty sure being polite isn’t going to offset all the stabbing. Anyway, why aren’t you dressed?” He tugged the pant leg of the teal-green pj’s I was still wearing.
“Because I feel lousy, and real clothes aren’t as depressing as I want to communicate right now.”
“Your pj’s have little grinning sharks all over them.”
I pulled my leg out of reach. “Irrelevant.”
“This is the happiest thing you could have worn.”
“Well, I don’t feel good.”
“You look good. What’s wrong with you, and can I catch it?”
“Thanks. Cramps. And no.”
Adam’s gaze swept over me, assessing. “I’m guessing you don’t want to go out.”
“Do you want a medal for that?”
