“You don’t want to talk with me now? You’re my best friend, Joe. The first friend I ever had,” he broke down sobbing. “I love you, man.” Oh, damn it, this wasn’t going to stop. Giving in to the inevitable, I swung my feet out of bed and stumbled bleary-eyed to the shower. “I love you too, Skippy. Give me a couple minutes in the shower so I can wake up, Ok? Then we can talk about the, uh, universe thing.”
