After Lou and I had entered my apartment, I went around turning lights on. “Make yourself at home,” I said, my nervous voice betraying my outward calm appearance.
Lou looked around with a tense smile. She tucked her tight purple Prince T-shirt into her black jeans and nodded, sitting on my funky blue couch. “That’s new, right?” she asked, pointing to the laminated They Live by Night movie poster. I’d bought it yesterday. And it wasn’t because I adored the movie, though it was on the top ten list of the genre. No, it was because it had the word night in the title.
“Yes, it’s new,” I said, plopping down next to Lou. “Do you want a drink or something? Or some food? I think I have some leftover pizza in—”
“No, not right now. Thanks.” Again, she gave me a troubled smile. “So why couldn’t you
