“What’s your worst secret?” Jude asked Graham. “Tell me, don’t be shy.”
“I have none.”
“Tell me your secret!”
Graham slumped to the side, trying to wave Jude away. “I steal! I steal!”
“The hell you mean you steal?”
Graham’s eyes were closed, but by the way he was raising his eyebrows you could tell he was trying to keep them open. He’d been smoking from Jude’s pipe for hours. Everyone was laughing at him.
“I take…” Graham lifted one of his large arms up. “I take one piece of silverware from anyone’s home I go to.”
Jude kicked his leg. “You’ve been to my place like, ten times.”
Graham rolled over again, screaming and laughing into the couch. “I’ve stolen so much from you! I’ve stolen everything from you!”
Jude laughed. And then I laughed. And then everyone laughed.
I walked out of the room when Annabelle, who I’d taken with me, had turned green. I kept screaming, “You’re green, Annabelle!” I stumbled to the front screen door, managed to unlock it, and floated to the driveway. It was about one in the morning and the air was crisp. The streetlights made everything orange and black. I looked up at the stars.
“God?” I asked the stars.
“God?” I asked again.
Annabelle came out, onto the street. “You’re not wearing shoes, Dean.”
“And you are.” I looked at her face and snorted. “Your face, it’s still like a different colour.”
“What?” She pulled out her phone and turned on the selfie camera. “I’m completely fine.” She touched my face, giggling. “You’ve smoked a little too much.”
“I’m in pain,” I smiled. “I want to be happy but there’s something missing.”
“I don’t feel high,” she said.
“You didn’t take enough of anything.”
“Want to go to the markets later, in like five hours?”
I thought about it. “I’m seeing Christie.”
“Next week then?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
She walked back inside, and I continued looking at the sky.