Middle of the Night

3:30 in the morning.

I’m on the laptop, and JJ feels my absence and comes looking. “What’s wrong?”

“Indigestion.”

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.”

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