PRESENT
Erin
Erin leaned back in her chair.
“And the rest is history,” Jack said with his usual nonchalant manner.
“You are such a dog!” Erin leaned forward and smacked his arm playfully.
Jack chuckled.
“It was a very long time ago,” Jack said, rubbing his chin, looking pensive. “Even though Wade was…” He paused, “I let him hit me. We called it even. Moved on.”
“That’s how boys work out their s**t? Hit each other and then it’s all good?” Erin asked.
“Pretty much,” Jack said. “True friends can always work their s**t out.” He said casually.
“Hmmm.” Erin put the end of the pen between her lips.
“You don’t think so?” Jack asked.
“I do, I just never had friends like that I guess.” The realization made her feel sad.
Erin became quiet, waiting for him to continue. Jack had a stoic loo
