“You don’t have to. I hardly can, either. Other than to say …” I spread my hands innocently. “… some people change.” Billy smirks appreciatively, catching both of my meanings in those words. Then he extends a hand toward me. “Redo?” “Redo.” I shake his hand, grateful. “Good. Now I hope you’re sober enough to help me carry this horrible, precariously-balanced thing to the game room before I accidentally witness Nadia putting her tongue down
