“Ha! Yeah.”
“Then she took a big stick last night. Heeheehee.” The laughter mimicked Beavis and Butthead.
And repeated. “Heeheehee. Took a big stick. Heeheehee.”
And dumbly, on purpose, “I don’t get it.” Another commercial aped. More snickers. Some groans. Some smiles on faces that did not mean to smile.
Julia saw Jason enter the lobby, shied back to the cafeteria doors so as not to intrude upon his space, watched, awed, felt as if she were seeing a part of him, learning about a part of him, that she did not know existed.
“Oh, Jason, I’m so glad you’re here.” Ciara DeLauro held him tightly, hugged him as if she were his mother, held his arm, pushed him back to look up at him, into his eyes. “You were at the hospital last night. Oh, and Kim.” Ciara continued to hold Jason’s arm with on
