6

Someone was knocking. I opened my eyes to the sight of the back of Frank’s head. I kissed said head, slid from bed half-asleep, pulled on a pair of pajama pants, and picked up the first T-shirt I stepped on. The apartment was a twenty-by-ten-foot rectangle divided into three rooms: ten-by-ten bedroom/living room, five-by-ten kitchen, five-by-ten bathroom. The bedroom floor was industrial gray carpet squares, the kitchen and bath tan linoleum squares. I crossed bedroom carpet and kitchen lino and opened the door to find smiling Todd holding a Dunkin’ Donuts bag. I smelled chocolate icing and my mouth watered.

His eyes dropped and widened and I crossed my arms over my chest until I realized he was gawking at Frank’s Black Flag shirt, not my breasts. I didn’t hear him, but I knew from the flabbergasted look on Todd’s face that Frank was behind me. When he stepped past to take the sack of doughnuts, I learned he’d come to the door naked.

“Dude,” Frank said, “no coffee?”