August 7: The Next Day
I tell Dr. Lewis, “Kasey was suffering from a headache this morning. Definitely a hangover. He woke up just before eleven o’clock. Of course, he noticed his packed suitcase in the living room, next to the front door. It was zippered closed, but his clothes were still sticking out its sides, resembling tongues. I told him he had to go live with his mother because things weren’t working out between us.”
“How did he respond to that?”
“He called me a w***e and told me he knew I was sleeping with the summer cowboy.”
“But you’re not sleeping with the summer cowboy, correct?”
I shake my head. “I’m not. We’re just friends. But Kasey thinks we’re messing around.”
“Probably because he’s seen you watching and studying Jobe. You haven’t been very discreet about such action
