Ten minutes later, which I spent thoroughly examining the many ways that my life was a disaster, Mathias showed up unannounced, bearing gifts of red wine, fruit, and a small dartboard. “A dartboard?” “Hold on.” From his pocket, he produced a crudely cut-out picture of Brent’s head and slapped it on the board. “I printed it off Facebook.” “And the devil horns and goatee?” Mathias grinned. “I added those. I think it suits him. You like?” “Totally.”
