“Fine. Then you can sleep on the couch or go home.”
He stood up. “Fine.” He hesitated. “Goodbye.” He slammed the front door behind him. She exhaled and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Another friendship laid bare. She lay down on her back and stared at the ceiling blankly. The phone rang. “Hi. It’s David. The thing is— I need somewhere to sleep. I’ll take that couch after all.” She hung up. She felt horribly alone.
