The magazine was gently slipped out of my hands. “Lemme see?” Nick flipped through the pages. “You know INXS? They’re pretty decent, I guess.” He dropped the magazine between us. “A little too pop for my taste, but there’s a couple of songs I like off their album Kick.” He glanced up. “You have it?”
I don’t have anything. Why would I have something?
I shook my head.
“Right.” He smiled. “Didn’t think so.”
I folded my arms around myself and curled my knees under me.
“Got cable?”
I looked around. We don’t even have a TV downstairs.
Nick stood and walked to the window. That window is more like a ship porthole. No light comes through it in winter, on account of the snow piling up against the glass. I noticed Nick had to tilt his head a little. Slouch down. He’s taller than the basement c
