Sandy called and said that she was going to take me out to get my mind off things. at first i didn't want to go, but agreed to me on the back patio at Squirley's. i told her i wasn't going to drink.

she was halfway through a piece of key lime pie when i arrived. i ordered a quesadilla and a water. she frowned on the latter.

"there's no way you're gonna loosen up drinking that shit."

"i was loose enough last night, thank you very much."

she put down her fork and gasped. i could see the pie in her mouth. lovely.

"what did you do?"

"who."

"who did you do?"

i banged my head on the table and said "Glenn P---."

"please tell me that you used a condom."

"of course i did."

"that man has a dirty cock, M! why would you do that?"

i looked at her. "you're the one who told me to get someone as soon as possible to try and make dobbs jealous."

"you think he'd be jealous of Glen?"

she was right.

i put my head back on the table and left it while she gabbed on about disease and 'it only takes one' and blah blah blah. i tuned her out and thought about what an idiot i'd been.

"well, i'm betting a night with him showed you how bad we could lose it--how bad we're outnumbered [mp3]. now move your head. Allison's got your food."

i looked up. indeed, the waitress was waiting with my psuedo-Mexican dinner.

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