Bad Analogies Scene 4

"I'm going to die soon," I told him.

He turned to look at me like a pointer on the scent of a down pillow.

"It's genetic. My genes are going to hunt me down and kill me."

"Shouldn't you be in a hospital, then?"

"Oh, no. I'll be perfectly healthy, and then bang! Fate carries a P220 in her purse."

Kevin's voice was soft. "That's it, then—why you didn't want to talk to me."

I laughed, and it wasn't a funny laugh. "I'm a losing investment, Kevin, just like betting on whether or not a dorm room needs mo...