“I’m pissed with Paul for talking about me.” “Oh.” Setting his spoon in his empty bowl, Joey leaned back in his chair and gave me a hard look. “Well, if it’s any consolation, he won’t be talking about you again.” “Because you set him straight, right?” I joked. Joey didn’t laugh. “Oh my god.” Awareness crashed down on me. “You set him straight, didn’t you?” I whispered, feeling my heart rate spike, as I thought back to their fight the other day. “That’s why you hit him, isn’t it?” “Someone had to.” “And that someone was you, right?” He shrugged. My heart leapt. “Joe…”
