We were all sitting around the kitchen table, sharing a bottle of red wine and discussing Lou’s culinary talents, when Lei walked in. He’d been in the bathroom for nearly half an hour, showering with the radio on in there, tuned to the classical station. Sometimes, when he was in the shower, I’d put my ear to the door to hear him singing very very softly, his voice never rising over the sound of the jet.
Lei peeked into the pot on the stove.
“Have some, for f**k’s sake.” Lou covered her mouth and looked at Vincent. “Sorry.”
Vincent held back a laugh and shook his head.
“Maybe later,” Lei said, and his words came slow. He opened the cupboard and fumbled for a glass. When he turned the faucet on, he turned it the wrong way. He seemed confused for a moment and tried again.
Lou and I exch
