I stared at the burley, sleepy-eyed stranger who was on my couch, scratching his crotch. “Hey,” he said, TV remote in hand. “You’re out of soda.”
I frowned.
“Two comments,” I said. “One: thanks for the heads up on the soda. Two: who the hell are you?”
The stranger introduced himself as Dave. When he didn’t elaborate, I was forced to ask, “And. Why. Are. You. Here?”
“Oh,” he said. “Your roommate Allie…”
“- Abbie.”
“—Abbie, brought me home last night.”
“Brought you home? Like a puppy she found nosing through a trash bin?”