“Does she call you to come to get her…. Like I used to do.” I watch his face steadily, knowing the nights I am with him, he has never gone, but I don’t know how many nights I am not with him that he may have. Not that there are many anymore, he is a constant bedfellow because he likes to cuddle up with me. Regardless, I tense as I watch for his response.

“She called a few times, usually when I’m with you. I tell her to go home, Sophs. I have never gone out and picked her up ...