There was a knock on my door at ten that evening. I opened it to see Thad standing there, wearing faded jeans and a washed-out green polo shirt, his ever-present baseball cap rotating in his hands.
“Come in,” I said and stepped back so he could enter.
He walked by me and sat in the chair I offered him. “Thanks for inviting me over,” he said, resting his cap on his knee. “You in town long?”
“Planned on leaving sometime Monday.” I walked over to the bed. “You eaten? I have sandwich stuff here.”
“I’m starving, actually. So yeah, that would be great.”
I gestured toward the small table where everything was laid out, along with water and soda. “Help yourself.” I lay on the bed, propped up on my elbows as I watched him make a sandwich, then take a bite. “How was your day? I saw that woman go
