Saturday May 13, 2017
Oil and Water
Budgie makes the sign of the cross whenever I mention Anton.
“We’ve been dating for almost three months,” I say. “You’re really going to have to come around.”
Budgie never liked when I made a new friend, let alone went on dates with someone. Scared Henry McAlister away, in fact. He’d be sitting in the window, like a statue when we left and we got home. Did he move when we were out eating burgers and seeing a show at the Dominion? No one knows.
“Humph,” Budgie says, opening a can of 7Up.
“You should really stop drinking that stuff,” I say, wiping a layer of dust off of the coffee table. “It has about twelve teaspoons of sugar in it, Budg, and it’s not even ten o’clock!”