3:30 in the morning.
I’m on the laptop, and JJ feels my absence and comes looking. “What’s wrong?”
He snorts. “Not surprised. You ate most of a jar of hot salsa, drank too much wine, and died before ten.” He sits beside me on the couch. “Anything I can do?”
I gulp most of a bottle of ice water. “Yeah, next time, remind me of this time.”