TWENTY-FIVE
"Don't forget your six-pack of sunshine!" Paul called after Jean, pointing at the beers Jean had left on the table.
Jean snatched up the box and tucked it under his arm. Fruit beer. What a strange gift. At first, he'd thought they were taking the piss, or at least that's what they called it when they were trying to feed him a crazy idea like it was some sort of scientific law. But the more they waxed lyrical about beer made from mangoes, of all things, the more he figured they must be telling the truth. Especially when they told him to ask his roommate, because she'd worked near the brewery that made it.
He wasn't about to ask Audra anything. After shouting at him the other night, she'd gone back to avoiding him. Which meant she was probably still out celebrating, so he cou
