Chapter 7After our nap, we spent the rest of the afternoon listening to Asher’s records, lying on the floor like when we were teenagers, singing along, and laughing at each other when one of us got a word wrong here or there.
He introduced me to new bands I’d never heard of, showed me the prettiest covers, and complained about an old favorite band that had completely derailed lately. Lying flat on his back, he played the best song in the world, sang it better than the vocalist—in my opinion—and strummed on an invisible guitar.
It was the most fun I’d had in forever.
All too soon, he had to get to work and prepare the bar for opening, and I accompanied him downstairs, watching him for a while as he got everything in order.
Considering he was busy, maybe this was as good a time as any to
