Later that evening, Rafe followed me inside the cabin. I gave him a can of soda and had water for myself. Since finding out he’d been going to AA, I’d gotten rid of the beer in the house. Serge and I had never been big beer drinkers anyway.
He sat in the kitchen and watched as I cooked spaghetti. “Woody…Serge said you stopped talking for a couple days after I acted like a turd. I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be the cause of a setback, and God, I felt like such a s**t heel when he told me.”
I groaned. “Jesus, can Serge ever keep his mouth shut?”
Rafe gave me a tiny smile. “He loves you like a brother and would do anything for you, and you for him. It was always the two of you, wasn’t it? Thick as thieves. I was a little jealous of that special relationship you both seemed to have, and
