DROP THIRTY-FOUR
Hector woke up and stretched. His back hurt from sleeping on the couch, and it was starting to become a problem. Patty had come home late.
“Hey, Pickle?” He knocked on the door to his own room.
“What?”
“Can I enter?”
“Sure.”
He entered.
She screamed, covering herself up. “No, I’m not decent!”
He froze and looked away, covering his eyes.
Patty burst out laughing. “It’s fine, come on in.” She was in her pyjamas, rolling around on his bed.
He went in and grabbed a change of clothes form the closet, then threw some water on his face, leaving the bathroom door open. “Had fun yesterday?”
“As a matter of fact, I did. I can’t even remember the last time I went out for fun.”
He brushed his teeth. “Noith,” he said with a toothbrush in his mouth.
“I learnt a few things.”
