“Yeah,” Topher said, “you peed so much when you got here. Like so much. I’m worried you’re going to look like the guy at the end of Last Crusade, you know? The old guy who drinks from the fake Holy Grail and then looks like a mummy?” “Sometimes,” said Kallum, who’d gone to get me a bottle of water from the refrigerated case behind the battered counter, “I wonder why you don’t have someone you’re dating. And then you open your mouth.”
