Chapter 4: Chapter 4

“Friday is for drinks! And we need one…” Jillian trailed off, thoughts turning a bit solemn. River couldn’t grasp how she still brought Dale into every conversation. This wasn’t a soap opera; Dale wasn’t going to wake up and be straight!

“Wait until our thirties, our livers will disagree with us. Besides, I don’t really need a drink at the end of the week. My weeks are pretty un-stressful.” River dunked a cracked triangle in the salsa, dropping the bomb as casually as he could. He kept his eyes on the basket of chips as he crunched instead of looking at their expressions.

“That’s great, River…” Jillian finally spoke.