DROP SIXTEEN
The next morning, Pickle was doing the dishes. Hector walked up to her and leaned on the kitchen counter next to her.
“Mornin’,” she said.
“Good morning, Pickle. I… uh, need to admit something to you.”
She washed a plate. “What’s bothering you?”
He slashed the air with his palm. “Okay, here it is, ripping the bandage. I had s*x with Cherry last night.” He stopped and looked at her reaction.
Pickle stopped brushing for just a second, then resumed.
“I don’t know if you girls talk about these things or not, and I wanted to tell you first, because I kinda feel bad about it.”
Pickle brushed harder. She looked at the sink. “Why would you feel bad about it?”
“Because, I don’t wanna become like Nicomedes, Pickle!”
Pickle smiled and turned to him, raising a foamy finger to to
