Chapter 19: Chapter 19

“Good-bye, RJ,” he whispered after looking one last time.7

RJ woke with a start, wiped the saliva that pooled in the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his pillow. He grabbed the phone that disturbed his sleep. “Hello,” he said.

“Man, you still asleep?”

“Not anymore, thanks to you, Chaz. What time is it?”

“It’s close to noon. Are you guys planning to go to the floating market?”

“I don’t know what we’re doing. Let me talk to Pad and get back to you—”

“Well, how about we catch up later tonight and give you two some alone time since Pad is leaving tomorrow.”

“Sure. Call you later.”

RJ’s head throbbed. He drank too much last night. He swung his legs over, and exhaled. He had a hard time sleeping so it took several beers to help him. At first he felt sorry for his comments to Pad, but he and Pad never agreed—hell—never talked about their relationship. It’s not his fault he didn’t have a fucking blueprint for what they were doing, and where they were going.