“What would you like?” he asked. “I’d like to mess up your life a little,” I teased, moving a beer to the lemonade row and a water on its side. “This is why you were shocked by the state of my bed and clothes chair, isn’t it?” “I was not shocked.” “Shocked,” I repeated. “I had next to no reaction,” he said. “That’s what you think, but your face is very expressive.” He gave me an amused look. “What am I thinking now?” “You’re wondering why you agreed to help me,” I said. He laughed. “You’re terrible at this game.”
