HOSPITALITY

NICHOLAS:

His pouting remained until we got to my apartment. He transferred all aggression to the things I shared with Rahul. He packed them with mockery and defeat. He abandoned them in the donation boxes, contacted the charity agency, and laid them on the kitchen counter for pick up.

Thankfully, he said nothing about the bracelet. I have, however, taken it off my wrist and placed it in the gift box it came with and kept in my wardrobe.

When Greg saw the bracelet in its keep, he looked at it for minutes, weighing if he should discard it, but decided to let it be and took his remaining aggression on every piece of my underwear emblazoned with Rahul’s face and scoffed as he wrapped them up in a bag.

“I will go incinerate them.” I offered to escape his furious face and leave him in the apartment for a while.

“No, thanks. I want to watch them burn.”

“Jesus, don’t be so scary.”

“Are you asking to burn along?”

“I will keep shut now.”

Well, his mood has lightened up. It went better when the