Trish hadn’t heard from Iggy in three days. They’d had blowups before but nothing like this. Maybe he was off on a bender or he could have come down with that weird flu thing that was making everyone act crazy. His phone went straight to voicemail. She decided to be the bigger person and go and apologize in person, maybe pick up some Thai on the way over. Just then she heard a faint scratching at the door.
“Ig, where have you been? You look like death and what happened to your clothes?”
“Mmmm, brains.”
“Ig, where have you been? You look like death and what happened to your clothes?”
“Mmmm, brains.”
