A sequel, of sorts, to The Sitters, in which Sara learns about me and her friend.
"Do you think about me?" "Umm, sure. What do you---" "Do you fantasize about me?" Fuck. What do I say now? Sara had come over to trade music while I worked in my home office. It was innocent enough. She was 20 now. Home from college. I'd been friends with her and her family since we moved in next door 15 years ago. I was stuck. I needed to answer quickly, but she knew. I could see it...Read On