“But you know them now. And you know their kids. You know all their names and ages.” “Yeah, I guess. There aren’t that many, so it’s not like it’s hard.” Pushing off the door, I cross over to the couch and sit down. “Will you teach me?” “Teach you?” “Teach me their names. I want to know.” “What, now? Like, right now?” I lean back against the cushions with a groan. “No. I’ve had too many beers to try to remember anyone’s name besides my own tonight.” He joins me on the couch. “Good. Because I think I forgot them all anyway. Man, jet lag is a bitch, huh? Can you believe we started this day in
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