I heard a car pull into my driveway. As I grabbed another cheese stick I padded to the front door. Somehow, I had managed to strip and pull on some flannel pants the night before. I figured whoever was visiting that early would have to be okay with seeming me in my pajamas. A peek out of a front window confirmed that it was Ersan. He, Kyle, and Keifer were coming over for dinner. Odd. I opened the door.
“Did you just get up?” Ersan exclaimed sharply as he came in. I flinched; the man’s voice could cut glass.
“So?”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“It can’t be that late,” I mumbled, rubbing my head. Ersan sighed heavily. I padded back to the kitchen. “It’s only... s**t. One. Well, still. You’re early.”
“We talked...” Ersan said slowly, like he was speaking to a small child, “I’m coming o
