Geoff was still sitting at Larry’s desk when he returned to the attic. Without looking up from his comic, he asked, “Well? What was that all about?”
Larry shut the door behind him and crossed the room to flop down on his bed. “How’d you know it was me?”
That earned him a sardonic glance. “Please. Like your friend wants to come in here and hang out with me.” Geoff flipped a page and turned back to his comic. “Let me guess. I’m out of the band.”
With a laugh, Larry assured him, “Oh no, it ain’t that easy.”
Closing the comic, Geoff asked, “What, does he expect us to come down and rehearse again after that? I don’t think so. I’m done.”
For a long moment, Larry lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. The unfinished wooden beams crossed overhead, glittered with dust and cobwebs that refracte
