Chapter 13
Back at his apartment, he’s surprised by the number of Brett’s things lying around. Small empty canisters of 35mm film clutter the coffee table in the living room. In the fridge, a bottle of the Simply Limeade Brett likes to drink rests on the top shelf. In the bedroom, underwear and T-shirts twist among Johnny’s clothes, both in his dresser drawers and on the floor, in the hamper. On the top of the dresser is a handful of change and receipts with the last four digits of Brett’s credit card on them, and nearby Johnny finds a tube of that bubbly blue gel Brett likes to use to spike his hair. A toothbrush sits on the edge of the bathroom sink; a gray scrunchie loofah hangs beside Johnny’s blue one in the tub. He’s infiltrated every single room. Johnny feels like a stranger in his
